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LOUISVILLE: 
MORTON    &    GRISWOLD 


■ntered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  ia  the  jmte 
1851,  by  S.  Dyer,  in  tlie  Clerk's  Office  of  the  Distmk 
Court  for  the  District  of  Kentucky. 


MORTON    &   GRISWOLD, 
8TBRE0TTPERS   Sc  PRISTE9M. 


PREFACE 

TO    THE   IMPROVED   EDITION. 


It  is  now  a  little  over  eighteen  montha 
since  this  work  was  first  submitted  to  the 
judgment  of  the  public,  and  the  manner 
of  its  reception  has  fully  met  the  expecta- 
tions of  the  compiler,  both  as  regards  the 
opinions  of  its  adaptedness  to  the  wants  of 
the  churches,  and  the  number  of  copies 
required  to  meet  the  demand. 

It  was  an  experiment  to  see  how  far  a 
Hymn  Book,  whose  arrangement  was  based 
on  the  natural  rise  of  religious  emotions, 
instead  of  the  order  in  which  points  of 
theology  have  been  classified,  would  meet 
the  wants  of  our  revival  and  social  meet- 
ings, by  giving  a  class  of  hymns  expressive 
of  the  various  religious  emotions  which  arc 
then  called  into  exercise,  and  in  order  to 
enable  the  worshipper  to  find  them  on  the 
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spur  of  the  moment.  From  the  expres* 
siens  of  approbation  received  from  promi- 
nent brethren  »n  the  ministry  and  others, 
from  all  parts  of  the  country,  and  especially 
from  the  fact  that,  wherever  it  has  been 
used,  it  has  received  the  highest  commen- 
dations, the  most  ardent  anticipations  of 
its  usefulness  have  been  realized. 

The  previous  large  editions  having  been 
exhausted,  the  occasion  has  been  improved 
to  give  the  work  a  thorough  revision,  to 
free  it  from  typographical  error ;  and,  at 
the  suggestion  of  many  brethren,  the  seem- 
ingly sectional  title  has  been  dropped,  by 
substituting  that  by  which  it  is  most  gen- 
erally known. 

With  these  remarks,  the  work  is  again 
submitted  to  those  who  love  to  sing  the 
songs  of  Zion,  "making  melody  in  their 
hearts  unto  the  Lord,"  with  the  sincere 
prayer,  that  the  blessing  of  Him,  whose 
approbation  alone  can  make  it  useful,  may 
CA^er  attend  its  circulation. 

S  D. 
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ORDER  OF  ARRANGEMENT. 


hymn.  paqb. 

Praises  to  God, 1  17 

Praises  to  Christ, 22  23 

The  Bible, 44  50 

The  Sabbath, 55  58 

Prayer, 63  64 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit's  Influence,   72  72 

Prayer  for  a  Revival,    ....     83  79 

Sinners  Warned  and  Entreated,  .     93  87 

The  Penitent, 121  109 

The  Convert,     ....          ..  151  134 

Baptism, 176  157 

Christian  Fellowship,    ....  195  171 

Christian  Duties  and  Exercises,  .213  184 

Social  and  Family  Worship,    .     .  320  271 

Lord's  Supper, 385  318 

Missions, 398  328 

Tim/,  and  Eternity, 411  339 

Death  and  the  Resurrection,  .     .  424  349 

Judgment, 446  365 

Heaven, 453  371 

Doxologies, 383 

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INDEX. 

AwARE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays,  . 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Angels,  roll  the  rock  away,  .     .     , 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done. 
As  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown^ 
And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight. 
Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,    . 
A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound; 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

At  thy  inviting  words  of  love,    .     . 
At  the  eleventh  hour,  0  Lord,    .     . 
Am  I  soldier  of  the  cross,      .     .     . 
Alas '  what  hourly  dangers  rise. 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
A  charge  to  keep  I  have,        .     .     . 
Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears,  . 
Almighty  Lord  !  before  thy  throne, 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. 
Assembled  round  thine  altar.  Lord, 
And  now,  my  soul,  another  year,  . 
Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame,  .     . 
And  must  this  body  die,  .... 
As  vernal  flowers  that  scent  the  morn 
As  flows  the  rapid  river. 
And  will  the  Judge  descend, 
BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  . 
Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God,    . 
Behold  the  throne  of  grace,        .     . 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  .     .     . 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  . 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
Beside  the  gospel  pool,      .... 
Baptized  into  our  Saviour's  death. 
Beneath  the  Jordan's  limpid  wave, 
Blest  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey. 
Brother  in  Christ,  and  well  beloved. 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,    .     .     . 
Believing  souls,  of  Christ  beloved, 
Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 
Blest  are  tbp  sons  of  peace,  ,     .     . 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill,  .     .     . 


INDEX. 


Begone,  unbelief,  ....... 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  .     . 
Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
C05LE,  sound  his  praise  abroad,      .     . 
Come,  thou  almighty  King,  .... 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name. 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  . 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,      .... 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,       .... 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again. 
Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed. 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
Come,  heart-broken  sinner,  .... 

Canst  thou,  0  Lord,  forgive  so  soon,  . 
Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
Come,  all  ye  sons  of  God,  and  view,  . 
Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb,  . 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine. 
Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Come  away  to  the  skies, 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord,     .     .     . 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 
Children  of  the  heavenly  King,      .     . 
Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing,    . 
Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 
Come,  let  us  anew,      .'...., 
Cease  here  longer  to  detain  me, 
Come  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish. 
Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,    . 
DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 
Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw  near- 
Dear  Saviour,  prostrate  at  thy  feet,     . 
Depth  of  mercy !  —  can  there  be,     .     . 
Didst  thou,  dear  Saviour,  sufifer  ehamej 
Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord,       .     . 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,     .     .     , 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soiil,  .     .     . 
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Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 
Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 


HTXlf. 

818 
331 


•Do  this,"  and  remember  the  blood  that  was  shed  397 
EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay,    . 
Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth,      .     . 
Enter,  Jesus  bids  thee  welcome, 
Eneompassed  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand,       .     .     . 
FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skiesj 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,  . 
First  have  these  lovers  of  the  word, 
From  whence  doth  this  union  arise. 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,    . 
Farewell  to  my  home,      .... 
Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee. 
Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,     . 
Father,  adored  in  worlds  above, 
Father  divine,  thy  piercing  eye. 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  • 
GREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  singa 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints,  . 
Gracious  Spirit — Lord  divine,  .     . 
Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear, 
Gracious  Saviour!  we  adore  thee,  . 
God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope,   • 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,     . 
Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound,    . 
Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us,    . 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise, 
God  forbid  that  I  should  glory, 
God  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer, 
God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice, 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song, 
"Go  preach  my  gospel,!'  saith  the  Lord, 
God  of  eternitv,  from  thee,  .... 
HAIL,  thou  blest  mcyrn !  see  the  great  Mediator. 
Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 
He  dies !  —  the  friend  of  sinners  dies, 

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INDEX. 

Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices,     ...  43 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 44 

Holy  Bible !  book  dirine, 49 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection,    .  52 

Holy  Source  of  consolation, 72 

Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high,    . 80 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 97 

Hark,  sinner,  while  God  from  on  high  doth  entreat  118 

Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God,        ....  124 

Have  mercy.  Lord,  on  me, 130 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began,       .     .     .  134 

How  lost  was  my  condition, 158 

How  happy's  every  child  of  grace,       .      ...  169 

How  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey,     .  172 

Humble  souls,  who  seek  salvation,      ....  176 

Here  at  the  early  noon  of  life, 194 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,    ....  201 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight,     .     .     .  205 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds,       .     .     .  211 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove,     ....  215 

How  tender  is  thy  hand, 218 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 231 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below,    ....  237 

He  lives !  the  great  Redeemer  lives,     ....  246 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,    .  252 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,    .     .     .  269 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 272 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  ....  276 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear, 283 

How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart,     ....  288 

How  charming  is  the  place,        ......  322 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile,       .     .     .  357 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 363 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay, 866 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord,      .     .     .  369 

How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord,     ....  373 

Hail,  ye  days  of  solemn  meeting, 378 

Hither,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  triumph,  381 

How  condescending  and  how  kind,       ....  385 

Here  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet, 392 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place,       ....  395 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 402 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life,     .....  42Q 
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IIIDEX. 

HTMK. 

Hark  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound,   .     .     .  426 

How  rest  the  saints  in  Christ,  who  sleep,      .     .  481 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies,     .     .     .  433 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims,      .  438 
How  sad  to  return  to  the  home  where  light-hearted,  444 

How  swift,  alas !  the  moments  fiy,       ....  412 
How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me,  459 

I  HEAR  the  voice  of  singing, 19 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath,    ...  20 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 68 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 126 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 160 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 176 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 210 

In  all  my  ways,  0  God, 228 

1  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,       ,     .     .     ,  236 

7n  duties  and  in  sufferings  too,       .....  238 

I  think  not  of  the  starry  crown, 302 

I  would  not  have  life's  pathway  smooth,       .     .  317 

If  worldlings  ask  the  reason  why,       ....  320 

In  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come,       .     .     .  323 

I  love  to  rise  at  early  day, 324 

Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care, 330 

In  this  calm  impressive  hour, 334 

Is  this  the  kind  return, 364 

If  human  kindness  meets  return, 393 

I  would  not  live  always  :  I  ask  not  to  stay,  .     .  442 

JOY  to  the  woi-ld  —  the  Lord  is  come,      ...  35 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 37 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well, 65 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,     ....  141 

•Tesus,  save  my  dying  soul, 142 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 143 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 150 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 151 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 156 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 163 

Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 189 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,       ....  275 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,      ....  406 

Jerusalem  I  my  happy  home, 466 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  pake,    ...  209 

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INDEX. 


LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear, 
Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
Lord,  I  approach  the  mercy-seat,    .     . 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,      .     . 
Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  . 
Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was. 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
Lo!  what  an  entertaining  sight,      . 
Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 
Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling. 
Long  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound. 
Lord,  in  thy  presence  here  we  meet. 
Let  sinners  take  their  course,    .     . 
Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  .     . 
Let  thy  kingdom  blessed  Saviour,  . 
Lord,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Lord  let  my  prayer  like  incense  rise, 
Lord,  of  the  worlds  above,    .     .     . 
Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days. 
Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. 
Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now. 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 
Lord,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 
Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold, 
Life  is  a  span  —  a  fleeting  hour, 
Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise,    . 
My  soul  shall  praise  thee,  0  my  God, 
My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise, 
"Mercj',  0  thou  Son  of  David," 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue, 
My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight. 
My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. 
My  faith  looks  up  to  thee,    .     . 
Meekly  in  Jordan's  holy  stream,     . 
My  God!  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be,    .     . 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard,    .     .     . 
My  bark  is  on  the  deep,  .... 
'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints,  25€ 
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INDEX. 

UTMir. 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right,     .          .     .  294 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord,    .     .          .     .  266 

My  country !  't  is  of  thee, 287 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 295 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love,     . 321 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love, 333 

My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 440 

Mother,  has  the  dove  that  nestled,      .     .     •     .  441 

NOW  is  the  day  of  grace, 99 

Now  is  the  accepted  time, «  116 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading,    ....  117 

Now  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart,  .     .•    .     .     .  154 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 223 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal,      ...  335 

Now,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts,      ....  368 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care,       .....  384 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here,      ....  423 

0  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song,      .  17 

One  there  is  above  all  others,    ......  22 

Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,      ....  33 

Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy, 40 

Oh,  welcome  the  day, 62 

0  thou  that  hearest  prayer, 81 

Once,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished,   ....  89 

0  Lord,  thy  work  revive, •  90 

0  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls,  ....  92 
Out  of  the  deeps,  0  Lord,  we  call,        .     .     .     .123 

Oh,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,      ....  133 

Oh,  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 147 

0  Lord,  thy  tender  mercy  hears, 149 

Oh,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice,  ....  152 

Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 171 

0  tell  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  store,     .  174 

0  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love,  ....  177 

Our  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave,     .     .     .  188 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 207 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 229 

0  thou  whose  compassionate  care, 233 

0  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight,  250 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong,  ....  257 

Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 268 

0  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,     .     .     .  271 

Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,   .     .     c     .     •  279 
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INDEX. 


Ot!  ibr  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
0  thou  that  hear'.st  when  sinners  cry, 
Our  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by. 
Oh,  if  my  soul  was  formed  ibr  woe, 
0  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill,  .     . 
Ohj  how  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 
0  thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 
Ohl  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day, 
0  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire,  . 
0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet,    .      . 
0  Lord !  I  would  delight  in  thee,    . 
Oh,  turn,  great  Kuler  of  the  skies, 
Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 
0  Lord,  another  day  is  flown,    .     , 
0  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
0  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now,  . 
Once  more  before  we  part,    .     .     . 
O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  . 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  . 
Our  life  is  like  an  idle  dream,    .     . 
0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert,     . 
Oh  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
PRAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name,  .     . 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  . 
Prayer  is  appointed  to  convej',  . 
Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 
REVIVE  thy  churches,  Lord,  with  grace. 
Retire,  vain  world,  awhile  retire,    . 
Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return,  . 
Repent !  the  voice  celestial  cries,    . 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me,    .     .     . 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptized,    . 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 
Return,  my  roving  heart,  return,  . 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming 
Remember  thee,  redeeming  Lord,  . 
gWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace,  . 
Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord,  .... 
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INDEX. 

HTMK 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands,      .     .  '  .     .  29 

Safely  through  another  week, 56 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,       ...  61 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 82 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend, •  85 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 88 

Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone, 93 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 94 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,       ....  108 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 125 

Show  pity,  Lord ;  0  Lord,  forgive,       ....  127 

Sweet  the  moment,  rich  in  blessing,    ....  173 

Saviour,  thy  law  we  love, 179 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 213 

Soft  and  light  o'er  the  soul  are  now  gliding,       .  253 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt,  ....  277 

Sweet  land  of  rest!  for  thee  I  sigh,     ....  280 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 286 

Stiarcher  of  hearts  !  from  mine  erase,     ....  296 

Should  storms  arise,  and  darkness  reign,    .    .     .  819 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing,      .     .     .  352 

Salvation !  oh,  the  joyful  sound, 4o4 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  used  to  rise,       .  429 

Servant  of  God,  well  done, 432 

Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier,     .  435 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,       ....  437 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life,   .     .  13 

That  thou  art  love,  0  God,  I  see, 21 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver  stream,    41 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord,       ...  45 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love,     ....  50 

This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies,      ....  51 

There  is  a  calm  and  pure  delight,  .           ...  63 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  .     .           .55 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,    ...  60 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear, ,98 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 101 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries.  Escape  to  the  mouuta4nl06 

Time  is  earnest,  passing  by, 109 

There  is  a  happy  land, 114 

The  smitten  heart  and  starting  tear,   ....  146 

The  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 181 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus, 183 

Thus  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 2U 

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INDEX. 

HTMN. 

Tis  religion  that  can  give,   ......  226 

'Tis  my  happiness  below, 243 

The  Lord  is;  my  shepherd,  he  makes  me  repose,  251 
The  Lord  is  our  shepherd,  our  guardian  and  guide  254 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 262 

The  Lord  my  pasture  Sj^all  prepare 263 

There  is  a  fountain  Slh^  with  blood,  ....  268 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 282 

The  world  may  change  from  old  to  new,  .           .  284 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 290 

Take  up  thy  cross  1  the  Saviour  said,  ....  312 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,      .     .           ....  359 

To  go  from  home,  and  with  kindred  to  part,       .  382 
Though  troubles  assail,  and  thick  dangers  affright  383 

This  is  the  feost  of  heavenly  wine,      ....  391 

'Twas  on  tb:>t  dark,  that  doleful  night,    .     .     .  394 

The  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads,     .     ,     .  396 

The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  riding,     .  407 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 409 

Time  is  winging  us  away, 416 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name, 421 

The  chariot  I  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  on  fire,  443 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  445 

That  awtul  day  will  surely  come, 447 

The  la^t  lovely  morning, 449 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day,        ...  450 

There  comes  a  day,  a  fearful  day, 451 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed,       .  457 

Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing,  ....  45S 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hsth  seen,    .     .     .  460 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 462 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 464 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 467 

UP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 234 

WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night,  27 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,        ....  46 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest, 67 

What  v^Tious  hindrances  we  meet,     .     .  .66 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  cr  eare,         ,  71 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares,    ....  128 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 132 

Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn, 139 

We  feel  that  heaveu  is  now  begun,      ....  164 

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INDEX. 

HTM». 

When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain,    .     .     .  170 

While  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine,       .     -     .     .  184 

With  willing  hearts  we  tread,  ......  190 

With  willing  feet  into  the  stream,        ...  194 

Welcome,  thou  well  heloved  of  God,    .           .     .  196 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,      ...  220 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God,  •     .           .     .  232 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again,       .     .      •     .     .  259 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief,      .     .           .      .  261 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,     .     .           .     .  278 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come,    .  299 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace, 303 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger,            -     .  307 

When,  his  salvation  bringing,   ...•,,  315 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee,       .           .     .  326 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord,          .     .  327 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power,         .     .     .  332 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  ref)Ose,    ,                 .  337 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way,   .           .           .  347 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God,     .           ...  365 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,    ....  388 

While  now  we  taste  these  emblems,  Lord,     .     .  390 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing,    .           .           .  399 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night,  .           ...  400 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun,       .           .  417 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,        .           .  425 

When  at  the  margin  of  the  stream,     .     .     -     .  428 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends,        .     .     .  430 

What,  what  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame,  .  434 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest,        .     .     .  454 

When  shall  we  meet  agafn,  ...           ...  461 

What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor,    ....           ,  466 

YE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice,    ....  6 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join, 16 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim,  .     .  39 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen,   .  42 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,         ...  96 

Ye  sons  of  earth,  arise,    ..,.,...  100 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,       ...          ...  244 

Y©  servants  of  God,    .....           ...  274 

Yea^  my  native  land,  I  love  thee.   .     ,     .     .     .  408 

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DYERS'  PSALMIST. 


PRAISES  TO  GOD. 

^  L.  M.  Watw. 

■•■•  Sovereign  Goodness. 

1  BEFORE  Jetovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  witli  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people  —  we  his  care  — 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs. 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fiU  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
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2. 


3. 


PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

S.   M.  WATTi. 

Greatness  of  God's  Mercy, 

1  MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise 

WHose  mercies  are  so  great, 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise,        '^ 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  His  power  subdues  our  sins. 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guUt  remove. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


S.  M.  Wattb. 


1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
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PRAISES   TO    GOD. 

6's  &  4's. 
Invocation  of  the  Trinity, 
1  COItlE,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise. 

Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  MJ, 
Aicient  of  days, 

9  JesuB  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 
And  make  them  fall. 

liet  thine  almighty  aid, 
Our  sure  defense  he  made. 
Our  souls  on  thee  he  staid 
Lord,  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend ; 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear. 

In  this  glad  hour ; 

Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 
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PRAISES    TO    GOD. 

3  To  the  great  One  in  Tkree, 
The  highest  praises  be. 
Hence  evermore. 

His  sovereign  majesty, 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity, 
Love  and  adore. 


'  L.  M.  Watth. 

Joy  of  Public  Worship. 

1  GREAT  God.  auend..  while  Zion  singa. 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Eiceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  oi  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,,  nor  thrones  of  power. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun  —  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield  —  he  gnards  onr  way 
from  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin; 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needfnl  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withiolds 
No  real  good  from  upright  sonls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  thy  grace,  exert  thy  power. 
Till  all  ou'earth  thy  name  adore. 

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PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

/^  L.  M.  Watw. 

^*  Truise  to  our  Creator. 

1  YE  nations  round  the  earth,,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 
Serve  him  ^dth  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy; 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
laid  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 

And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

ry  L.  3[.  WATPt. 

t  •  Fraise  for  Eis  Goodness. 

1  BLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join, 

La  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favors  claim  the  highest  praise  : 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought. 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

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PRAISES  TO  GOD. 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son, 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels ; 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threatening  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decayed,  his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years : 
He  fills  our  store  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heavenly  food. 

6  He  sees  the  oppressor  and  th'  oppressed, 
And  often  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 

But  will  his  justice  more  display. 
In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

8  0.  M.         Heginsothah. 

•  Fraise  at  all  Times. 

1  MY  soul  shall  praise  thee,  O  my  God, 

Through  all  my  mortal  days, 
And  in  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  every  smiling,  happy  hour, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ ; 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss, 
And  heightens  all  my  joy. 

3  When  anxious  grief  and  gloomy  care 

Afflict  my  throbbing  breast, 
My  tongue  shall  learn  to  speak  thy  praise, 
And  lull  each  pain  to  rest. 
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PRAISES  TO  GOD. 

4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God ; 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers. 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

5  And  when  these  lips  shall  cease  to  move. 

When  death  shall  close  these  eyes, 
My  soul  shall  then,  to  nobler  heights 
Of  joy  and  transport  rise. 

6  My  powers  shall  then,  in  lofty  strains, 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
An  everlasting  day. 

Q  C.  M.  Watts. 

i/»  God's  Goodness. 

1  SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace. 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  songs  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word, 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

4  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  songs  of  glory  sing. 
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10. 


u. 


PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

8's  &  7^3. 
Universal  Fraise. 


1  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Praise  to  God  from  every  tongue  j 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature. 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father !  source  of  all  couapassion ! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation-^ 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 
Then  enraptured  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

4  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
Praise  him,  every  living  creature. 
Earth  and  heaven's  united  hoet. 


S.  M. 
Fraise  stveet. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing, 
To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 
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PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  bcflt. 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
Since  such  shall  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

6's  &  4's.  W.  GooDK. 

Praise  in  the  Courts  of  the  Lord. 

1  PRAISE  ye  Jehovah's  name; 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim ; 

Rise  and  adore ; 
'  High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love. 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 
Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Triumphant  sounds  of  praise. 

Wide  as  his  fame ; 
There  let  the  harp  be  found ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around. 

Filled  with  his  name. 

3  W^hUe  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string : 

Sweet  the  accord ! 

He  vital  breath  bestows : 

Let  every  breath  that  flows 

His  noblest  fame  disclose : 

..  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

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13. 


PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

C.  M.       Tate  &  Beady. 
Ueliance  on  God. 

1  THROUGH  aU  tlie  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  stiU 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  0,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name ; 
When,  in  distress,  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  succor  came. 

3  0,  make  but  trial  of  his  love  — 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 


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C.  M.  Wati» 

Anticipating  TForship. 

1  LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye ;  — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints. 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throDe 
Our  songs  and  our  compliMjftts. 
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PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  wiU  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0,  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

'  C.    M.  WATTt 

)•  Longing  for  God's  Love. 

1  EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faiuts  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand. 

Beneath  the  burning  sky. 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  —  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine  — 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself  —  with  all  its  joys. 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 
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PRAISES  TO   GOD. 

H.  M.  Watm. 

Exhortation  to  Fraise. 

1  YE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praise  : 
Ye  holy  throng       I  In  words  of  light 
Of  angels  bright,    |  Begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move. 

By  his  supreme  command  : 
He  spake  the  word,   I  From  nothing-  came, 
And  all  their  frame  |  To  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love : 
"While  earth  and  sky  I  His  saints  shall  raise 
Attempt  his  praise,     |  His  honors  high. 

17.  lO's  &  ll's. 

,1  0  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song. 

And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  chorus  join ; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 

And  show  forth  his  praises  in  music  divine. 

2  Let  them  his  great  name  devoutly  adore ; 

In  loud  swelling  strains  his  praises  express. 
Who  graciously  opens  his  bountiful  store, 

Their  wants  t(?  relieve,  their  children  to  bles«. 
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3  With  glory  adorned  his  people  shall  sing 
To  God,  who  defense  and  plenty  supplies ; 

Their  loud  acclamations  to  him,  their  great  King, 
Through  earth  shall  be  sounded  and  reach  to 
the  skies. 

4  Ye  angels  above,  his  glories  who've  sung, 
In  loftiest  notes  stUl  publish  his  praise ; 

We  mortals,.  delighted,would  borrow  your  tongues, 
Would  join  in  your  numbers  and  chant  to 
your  lays. 


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L.  M.  Watts. 

All  Traise  due  io  God. 

1  MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongiie, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine. 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name, 

1  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
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PRAISES   TO   GOD. 

7's  &  6's.  S.  Dyer. 

.  Nattre's  Traises. 

1  I  HEAR  the  voice  of  singing 

Among  the  waving  trees, 
Its  echoes  sweetly  ringing 

In  every  passing  breeze. 
The  brooks,  with  murmuring  voices, 

Pour  forth  their  noisy  lays, 
And  everything  rejoices 

To  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

2  The  deep-voiced  waves  of  Ocean 

Roll  on  the  tide  of  song, 
While  storms  in  wild  commotion 

The  anthem  notes  prolong ; 
The  cloud-strung  harps,  sonorous. 

In  lingering  thunder  strains. 
Join  with  the  stars  in  chorus, 

Along  the  heavenly  plains. 


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Fraise  is  Eternal. 
I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  Is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

And  immortality  endures. 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  pely 
On  Israel's  God  :  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  : 
He  saved  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
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3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind  : 

The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind, 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace; 

He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  gives  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

And  immortality  endures. 


21. 


C.  M.  S.  Dyer. 

God  is  Love. 

1  THAT  Thou  art  love,  0  God,  I  see. 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye. 
The  earth  around  is  full  of  Thee, 
The  ocean,  air,  and  sky, 

2  Thy  hand  hath  formed  the  ponderous  globe, 

And  spread  the  heavenly  plain ; 
Thou  givest  the  year  its  various  robe. 
As  seasons  roll  amain. 

3  The  stars  which  deck  night's  diadem. 

Evince  thy  matchless  skill ; 
Thy  wisdom  formed  each  peerless  gem, 
And  they  obey  thy  will. 

4  And  Thou  hast  stamped  one  ray  of  thine 

Upon  the  sun's  bright  face, 
And  while  it  doth  with  radiance  shine, 
'Twill  show  thy  boundless  grace. 
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5  But,  0  my  soul,  how  feeble  still 

Is  love  in  Nature  shown  ! 
But  hark  !  there  comes  from  Calvary's  hill 
A  cry  of  grief  —  a  groan  — 

6  Oh,  Love  Divine,  immense,  supreme ! 

The  Sovereign  Lord  above 
Now  dies  for  man  —  the  peerless  scheme  — 
The  proof  that  "  God  is  Love  !  " 


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PRAISES  TO   CHRIST. 

8's  &  7's. 
Christ  the  Friend  of  Sinners. 

1  ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

"Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died,  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth,  abased, 

Ericnd  of  Sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised. 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often 
What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 
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PRAISES   TO    CHRIST. 

L.  M.  Medlk?- 

Christ's  Loving  Kindness^ 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 
His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  mc  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell,  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 

4  I  often  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  failj 
Oh,  may  my  last,  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day. 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise. 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

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^  .  II'S  &  lO's. 

^^*  Star  in  the  Hast. 

1  HAIL,  thou  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend ; 

Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  your  aid ; 

Star  iu  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall. 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden  and  offerings  divine  — 

Gems  from  the  mountain  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  from  the  minel 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 
A^ainly  for  gold  we  his  favor  secure ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  h  mart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Q  /r  C.  M.  SxEiXB. 

^'^*  Kin^  of  Saints. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name. 
And  joy  to  make  it  known. 
The  Sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 
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S  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 
The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  siug. 

3  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  iu  vaia  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  : 
Thy  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain. 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

4  0,  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  their  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

9R  L.  M. 

/J\J»  Praise  in  all  Lands. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 

Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shores 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  biing, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing  : 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 
In  every  land  begin  the  song ; 

To  every  land  the  strains  belong ; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise. 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise, 
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97  c.  M. 

^  •  •  Nativity  of  Christ. 

1  WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 

night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  ar»und. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankiad. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day. 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  j 
And  this  snail  be  the  sign : 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shaU  find. 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swaddliog  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song ; 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men» 
Begin  and  never  cease." 
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PRAISES   TO    CHRIST. 

C.    M.  DODDRIDGK. 

Advent  of  Christ. 

1  HARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Sanour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  Him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love 
His  holy  hreast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release. 

In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  inward  sight ; 
And  on  the  eyes  obscured  by  sin, 
To  pour  celestial  light. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  Im  grace. 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim. 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 
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PRAISES  TO  CHRIST. 

C.  M.  Watw. 

Christ's  first  and  second  Coming. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ; 
His  new -discovered  grace  demands 
A  Hew  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesns  reigns, 

God's  own  Almighty  Son ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains. 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day ; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array. 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  new  seraphic  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea ; 
Ye  mountains,  sink  ;  ye  valleys,  rise ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes !  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations,  as  their  God, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead. 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear  1 
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30. 


PRAISES  TO   CHWST. 
C.    M. 

Coronation. 


1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  namej 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Jrown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small ; 
Han  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crQJwn  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 

6  Oh  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  -, 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 
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PRAISES   TO   CHRIST. 

C.  M.  Newtojt. 

Christ  preciotis  to  Believers. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name !  the  rock  on  A'^hich  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding -placa, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
"With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

6  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  "Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  wannest  thought ; 
But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Eefresh  my  soul  in  death.  * 

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32.  L.  M.  Watw. 

Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  HE  dies !  — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ; 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground, 

2  Ye  saints,  approach  I  — the  anguish  view 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you ; 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  1 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  fUes  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 


5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  j 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell. 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !  " 
Then  ask,  "  0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ?  ** 
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QQ  C.  M.  C.  Weslbt* 

OO*        The  Name  of  Jesus  precious. 

1  0  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

Our  great  iledeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glory  of  our  God  and  King  — 
The  triumph  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus  !  thy  name  removes  our  fears, 

And  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinners  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  0  gracious  Master  !  heavenly  Lord ! 

Assist  us  to  proclaim. 
And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

4  Hosanna  to  the  Lord  be  given 

In  loudest,  noblest  strains  ! 

Hosanna  in  the  highest  heaven  ! 

The  great  Redeemer  reigns ! 


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The  Lamb  of  God  worshiped. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

"With  angels'  round  the  throne ; 
■  Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongue?^ 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :  " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us."  ■ 

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3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

OK  C.  M.  Watts. 

00»  Mission  of  Christ. 

1  JOY  to  the  world  —  the  Lord  is  come ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room. 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  —  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  son'ows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ;      , 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  ai  d  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 
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PRAISES   TO   CHRIST. 

C.   M.  WATTfc 

Traise  to  the  Redeemer. 


1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief ; 
He  saw,  and  —  oh,  amazing  love !  — 
He  flew  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  ii^  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


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C.  M.  Doddridge. 

•  Jesus  precious  to  Them  that  believe, 
JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
44 


PRAISES   TO   CHRIST. 

S  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  aud  my  trust : 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys. 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there,— 
The  noblest  halm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last,  laboring  breath. 
And,  djdng,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


38. 


7's.  GiBBQWt. 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ; 

Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey: 
See !  he  rises  from  the  tomb  — ; 

Rises  with  immortal  bloom. 

'Tis  the  Saviour ;  seraphs,  raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise ; 

Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 
*  45 


PRAISES  TO  CHRIST. 

3  Lift,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 

Now  to  glory  see  him  rise; 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 

Hail  and  sing  the  incarnate  God. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs. 

Praise  him  with  your  golden  lyres. 
Praise  h  jn  in  your  noblest  songs ; 

Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 


39 


lO's  &  ll's. 
Fraise  to  the  Most  High. 

1  YE  servaots  of  God,  yoiu'  Master  proclaim. 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name ; 
The  name  all -victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  He  rules  over  all, 

2  God  ruleth  on  high ,  almighty  to  save ; 

And  still  He  is  nigh  —  his  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing. 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Pall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  tl» 

Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  Him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
Aud  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

46 


40. 


PRAISES  TO   CHR.8T. 

C.    M.  WATTi, 

Reign  of  Christ. 

1  OH,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King  ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  oui-  God,  ascends  on  high; 

His  heavenly  guards  around, 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  slcy, 

With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  prais^heir  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth ie  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  mth  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne. 

He  loved  that  chosen  race : 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known ; 
While  powers  and  princes,  shields  and  sword3 
Submit  before  his  throne. 
47 


PRAISES  TO  CHRIST. 

41  "" 

^-■■*  Christ's  Humility. 

1  THOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 

stream 
Our  Sayiour,  at  midnight,  ■when  moonlight's  pale  beam 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters, would  frequently  stray, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toil  of  the  day ; 
How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head ! 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed  I 
The  angels  astonished  grew  pale  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 

2  0  garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot. 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  triumph  of  sorrow  —  the  triumph  of  love  ! 
Come,  saints,  and  adore  him,  come,  bow  at  his  feet ! 
Oh !  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 

And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 


.j-j  ll's  &  8's.  Swain. 

4Z«  Christ  the  Beloved. 

1  YE  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

2  This  is  my  Beloved  ;  his  form  is  divine ; 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 

4  3 


PRA-ISES   TO   CHRIST. 

3  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet. 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet ; 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

4  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

To  water  the  gardens  of  grace ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  skal] 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with 'his  voice. 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


4-0*  8's  &  7's.  Keix*. 

Christ  the  Lamb  enthroned  and  worshiped. 

1  HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  Worth  ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms,  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

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PRAISES   TO   CHRIST. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  ,- 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day. 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King," 


THE   BIBLE. 


w 


C.  M.  Beddomi;. 

»       Superiority  of  the  Scriptures. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine. 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  precepts  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  : 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way : 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 
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THE   BIBLT. 

45.  L-  M.  WArm. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  his  IForks  and  in  Ids  Word. 

1  THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ; 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights,  and  days,  thy  power  confess  • 
But  that  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Around  the  earth,  and  never  stand ; 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ; 

Oh,  bless  the  world  with  heavenly  light .; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise ; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right, 

6  Thy  noblest  Tvonders  here  we  view. 

In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  mv  guide  to  heave* 
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46. 


THE   BIBLE. 

C.    M.  C    ??J 

The  Bible  the  Light  of  the  WorU 

1  WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  pag 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  the  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


47. 


C.  M.  Steeli 

The  Bible  suited  to  our  Wants. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  I 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  'Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Here  purer  sweets  than  nature  know* 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 


THE   BIBLE. 

3  *Ti8  here  the  Saviour's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around. 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys. 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

i  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 
And  still  increasing  light. 

d  Dmne  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teacii  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  here. 


48 


L.  M.  Watts. 

The  JBible  gives  Teace. 
1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

"When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 
"While  every  nation,  every  shore. 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

3  That  sacred  book,  thy  holy  word. 
All  our  distressing  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  gitc  i-€W  strength  to  fainting  souls, 
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49. 


THE   BIBLB. 

7's. 
All  Scripture  by  Inspiration. 

1  HOLY  Bible  !  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine ; 
Mine  to  teach  me  whence  I  came  : 
Miue  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
]\Iine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  fjuide  my  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit, 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  wretched  sinner's  doom  ; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 


50. 


L.  M.  "Watts. 

The  Tower  of  Truth. 

1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love. 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  — 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 
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THE   BIBLE. 

S  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revivs ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 
Dry  boues  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too-. 
The  word  that  slaves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defense  from  all  theii-  rage. 


51. 


C.  M. 

The  Bible  a  Treasure. 

1  THIS  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  — 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  that  pearl  his  own. 

2  Here  consecrated  water  flows. 

To  quench  our  thirst  for  sin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grosT> 
Nor  danger  dwells  liierein. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  striJK 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
Our  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God 

Our  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  we  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  nt;hi  hand. 
55       ' 


THE   BIBLE. 

Krt  12's  &  ll's.  Anon 

^^*  The  Family  Bible. 

1  HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 
Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy. 

When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies,  with  peace  from  on  high  1 

[  still  view  the  chair  of  my  fathe'*  md  mother. 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  rangcu  on  each  hand. 

And  that  richest  of  books  which  excels  every  other, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand ; 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight ; 

The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 

For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through  night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  withharmonyswellingj 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band. 
Half  raised   us   from   earth   to   that  i-apturous 
dwelling 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand ; 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquiUity,  long  have  we  parted, 
My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more; 

In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far-distant  shore. 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  my  Redeemtx''s  protection, 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand? 
Oh,  let  me,  with  patience,  receive  his  correction. 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand ; 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 
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THE  BIBLE. 

KQ  ^-  ^^*  Anon. 

^0»  Blessings  of  the  Bible 

1  THERE  is  a  calm  and  pure  delight 

Whicli  none  but  those  perceive, 
Who  love  to  read  the  word  of  truth. 
And  by  its  precepts  live, 

2  The  frowns  of  fortune  they  can  bear ;  i 

Their  griefs  it  will  remove, 
Who  feel  for  truth  a  holy  fear, 
And  that  the  fear  of  love. 

3  Be  it  my  constant  aim  to  learn 

The  truth  of  every  line, 
That  wisdom's  path  I  may  discern, 
And  make  this  wisdom  mine. 

w  .  C.  M.  Watt*. 

04«  The  Bible  a  Heritage. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice. 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice. 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love. 

And  keep  thy  laws  ii;  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove. 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land,  of  wealth  \mknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 
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THE   BIBLE. 


4  The  best  relief  that  moumei's  have. 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyoud  the  grave, 
And  our  eterual  rest. 


SABBATH. 


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C.  M.  Watt« 

Christ's  Resurrection  and  our  Salvation. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made. 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead. 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King  ! 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  0  Lord  !  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace, 
Who  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  name. 
To  save  om*  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  !  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  : 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns. 
Shall  give  them  nobler  praise. 

5y 


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7's.  Newton. 

•  Sabbath  in  the  Sanctuary. 

1  SAFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way : 
Let  us  all  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best. 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  blest  Kedeemer's  name ; 
Show  thy  reconciling  face  — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  tliis  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise. 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  rest. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound. 

Bring  relief  to  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  worship  prove. 

Till  we  join  the  courts  above. 

5  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  — 

God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky: 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  given  — 

Glory  in  the  highest  heaven ; 
Wisdom,  riches,  praise  and  power, 

Be  to  God  forever  more. 
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57 


S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Sabbath  welcomed. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest. 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  bi'east 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  Christ,  my  Lord,  has  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
Till  called  to  rise  and  soar  away 
^     To  everlasting  bliss. 

^  L.  M.  J.  Stennett. 

OC  Hohj  Enjoyment  anticipated. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  that  God  hath  blest. 

9  Oh,  that  our  thoaghrs  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies, 
Aad  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows? 
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59 


3  A  heavenly  calm  pervades  the  breast, 
The  earnest  of  that  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view, 
In  various  scenes,  both  old  and  new : 
With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past ; 
With  hope  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away ; 

How  sweet,  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

C.  M. 

Lord's-Day  Evening. 
\  FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns  j 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 

Our  frailties.  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 
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SABBATH. 
/»/\  L.    M.  DoDDWDC», 

OU»    The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongues ;  — 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  angry  foes ; 

No  cares,  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun ; 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  pain  and  sin ; 
Wi+L  joy  we'll  tread  the  appointed  road. 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


61, 


L.    M.  WATTg. 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light. 

And  talk  of  all  thy  trjath  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  care  shall  fill  my  breast ; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp,  of  solemn  sound. 

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3  My  heart  shall  triumpli  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works.,  and  bless  his  word : 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  deep  his  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  And  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart. 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head . 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below. 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In.  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


62. 


5's,  6"s  &  8's. 
J  Saddath-sckool  E>jmn. 

1  OH,  welcome  the  day, 
The  Sabbath  retiu-ning, 

Sweet  day  of  rest  —  we  love  it  best ; 

Oh,  welcome  the  day. 
Our  youthful  voices  join  to  sing 
Hosannas  to  our  Saviour  King ; 
He  loves  the  praise  we  bring 

On  this  holy  day. 

2  How  blest  is  this  hour. 
The  hour  of  happy  greeting ; 

While  hei-e  we  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 

How  blest  is  the  hour. 
He  kindly  bids  us  all  draw  near, 
His  winning  accents  banish  fear. 
His  voice  we  love  to  hear 
At  this  blessed  hour. 
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3  Oh,  come,  and  adore 

The  Lamb  of  God  redeeming 
Our  souls  from  hell,  his  love  to  tell, 

Him  let  us  adore. 
Though  seated  on  his  throne  of  light 
Amidst  a  throng  of  seraphs  bright, 
He  looks  down  with  delight 
While  Him  we  adore. 

4  Oh,  come,  let  us  pray- 
To  Jesus  interceding 

"With  God  above  for  pardoning  love, 

Oh,  come,  let  us  pray. 
With  humble  hearts  before  his  face, 
Now  let  us  seek  forgiving  grace. 
He  hears  the  soul  that  prays ; 

Come,  then,  let  us  pray. 


PRAYER. 


63. 


CM.  Beddom»> 

Trayer. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came  ; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  wdthin. 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  case» 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weaiy  rest. 
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u. 


3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear ; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 

Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes 

Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

CM.  Montgomery 

Fra?/er. 

1  PKAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire. 

Uttered     or  expressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire. 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 

The  falling  of  a  tear. 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  any  lips  can  try  — 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach . 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  oi  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice. 

Returning  from  his  ways ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  say,  Behold  !  he  prays. 
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65. 


S.  M. 
Importunate  Frayer. 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  e^-ery  saint ; 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray  and  n-ever  faint, 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain  : 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear. 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait? 
He  bids  us  never  give  Hiin  rest. 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry. 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear. 
He'll  help 'them  from  on  high. 

5  His  nature,  truth  and  love, 

Engage  Him  on  their  side ; 
When  they  are  grieved, his  heart  doth  mov« 
And  can  they  be  denied? 

6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 
6G 


/»/»  L,  M.  Cowriai. 

^^«  Benefits  of  Prayer. 

1  WHAT  various  hiudraaces  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat! 

Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer. 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes-t-fee^^ark'ene'cTdoucl  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  4o  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  seea 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  INIoses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side ; 

But  when  through  wariness  they  failed, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed, 

5  Have  you  no  words?  —  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear. 
With  the  sad  tale  of  aU  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the'  Lord  has  done  for  me  !  " 
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67. 


S.    M.  X^^EWTOM, 

Blessings  sought  in  Frayer. 

1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 

There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answ^er  prayer, 

2  Thine  image,  Lord  hestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 

I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith ; 

Conform  my  will  to  thme ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death. 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

4  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 

And  wilt  my  portion  be, 
All  worldly  joys  I'll  cheerful  leave. 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 


68.  c.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care ; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hew. 
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3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore ; 
A.nd  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  1  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven: 
The  prospect  does  my  strength  rene^, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er 

]May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour. 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


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L.  M.  Hart 

Prayer  Efficacious. 

.'  PRATER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray. 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites, 

He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 
And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  prayer 
My  soul,  thou  hast  a  Friend  on  high ; 
Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 
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4  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  siu  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray  ! 

5  Depend  on  Christ  —  thou  canst  not  fail; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not  —  his  merits  must  prevail ! 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 


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C.  M.  Newtom 

»  Pleading  the  Vromise. 

1  LORD,  I  approach  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer ; 
There'  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

^  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  siu. 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed. 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh,  wondrous  love  !  —  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such. as  I, 
Might  plead  thv  gracious  name. 
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71 


ll's.  Miss  xiutton. 

Sweet  Prayer. 

WHEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 
It  comforts,  it  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Bids  hope  rise  exulting,  and  passion  restrains ; 
Prayer,  prayer,  oh,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 


2  When  far  from  the  friends  that  are  dearest  we  part, 
What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart; 
Past  scenes  and  enjoyments  live  painfully  there; 
And  restless  we  languish,  till  peace  comes  in  prayer ; 

Prayer,  prayer,  oh,  sweet  prayer. 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

3  When  earthly  delusions  would  lead  us  astray 
In  folly's  gay  mazes,  or  sin's  treacherous  way, 
How  strong  the  enchantment,  how  fatal  the  snare ! 
But,  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer; 

Pi^yer,  prayer,  oh,  sweet  prayer, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  praye«. 


4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to  bliss, 
The  world  has  no  refuge,  no  solace  like  this ; 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstacy  share. 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer ; 
Prayer,  prayer,  oh,  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayeib 

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PRAYER   FOR  THE  Si-IRIt's   INFLUENCE. 

PRAYER  FOR  THE  SPIRIT'S  INFLUENCE. 

rjf\  8's  &  7's.  Noel's  Col, 

*  ^»  Source  of  Blessings. 

1  HOLY  Source  of  consolation, 

Light  and  life  thy  grace  imparts ; 
Visit  us  in  thy  compassion ; 

Guide  our  minds,  and  fill  our  hearts. 

2  Heavenly  blessings,  ■without  measure, 

Thou  canst  bring  us  from  above ; 
Lord,  we  ask  that  heavenly  treasure, 
Wisdom,  holiness,  and  love. 

3  Dwell  within  us,  blessed  Spirit ; 

Where  thou  art  no  ill  can  come, 

Bless  us  now,  through  Jesus'  merit ; 

Reign  in  every  heart  and  home. 

4  Saviour,  lead  us  to  adore  thee, 

While  thou  dost  prolong  our  days ; 
Then,  with  angel  hosts  before  thee. 
May  we  worship,  love,  and  praise. 

fjo  S.  M.  Haw. 

•  0»  Sanctifying  Influence. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds. 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood. 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 
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PRAYER  FOR  THE   SPIRIT  S   INFLUENCE. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

fj,  L.  M.  Brown 

•  Tc*  The  Childiyiff  Spirit. 

1  COTilE,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display. 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness  —  the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ  —  the  living  way; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  —  our  final  rest,  — 
To  be  with  him  forever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share— 
Pullness  of  ioy  forever  there. 


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PRAYER   FOR  THE   SPIRIT  S    INFLUENCE. 

S.  M.  Beddomk. 

Sanctifying  Injlicence. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

3  Mine  will  the  profit  be. 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  oi  my  days. 


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L.  M.  Ejppoif, 

Divine  Influence  compared  to  Rain, 

1  AS  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
^r  God  shall  send  his  Spirit  down  : 
Eternal  Source  of  grace  divine, 
What  soul-refreshing  drops  are  thine  1 

2  That  heavenly  influence  let  us  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind. 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

3  Xor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  us,  but  poured  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  rude  wastes  in  verdure  ris«, 
And  Eden's  beauty  greet  our  eyes. 

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PRAYER   FOR   THE    SPIRIT  S   INFLUENCE. 

fjm,  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col 

•  *  •  Reviving  Spirit, 

1  ETERNAL  Spii-it,  God  of  truth. 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire ; 
Revive  the  flame  of  heaveuly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  '"Tis  thine  to  sooth  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed ; 
'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Suhdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

"Whatever  that  sin  may  be, 
That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart. 
May  worship  ouly  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 

That  we  are  sons  of  God. 
Redeemed  from  sin,  from  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

j8.  C.  M.  WAta 

Breathing  after  the  Hohj  Spirit;  or, fervency 
of  devotion  desired. 

1  COIVrE,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove; 

"With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
Our  souls  can  neil  her  fly  nor  go. 
To  reach  eternal  jovs. 
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PRAYER   FOR  THE   SPIRIt's   INFLUENCE. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosanuas  languish  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  icold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

"With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


79. 


7's,  Stockeb. 

The  Sealing  Spirit. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit— Love  divine! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
Let  my  guilty  fears  remove ; 

Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  word  to  me ; 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

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80. 


PRAYER   FOR   THE    SPIRIT  S   INFLUENCE. 

7's.  Bathurst. 

The  Teachhuj  Sjnrit. 

1  HOLY  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Bend  o'er  us  a  pitying  eye; 
Now  refresh  the  drooping  heart ; 
Bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

2  Light  up  every  dark  recess 
Of  our  heart's  ungodliness  ; 
Show  us  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 

3  Teach  us,  with  repentant  grief, 
Humbly  to  implore  relief ; 
Then  the  Saviour's  blood  reveal, 
And  our  broken  spirits  heal. 

4  May  we  daily  grow  in  grace. 
And  pursue  the  heavenly  race. 
Trained  in  wisdom,  led  by  love. 
Till  we  reach  our  rest  above. 


81. 


H.  M.    Campbell's  Col. 

Pleading  the  Promise  of  the  Spirit. 
1  0  THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 
Attend  our  humble  cry, 
And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word  j 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord, 
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PRAYER   FOR    THE   SPIRIT  S    INFLUENCE. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  childreu  when  they  cry,  — 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 
Their  varied  wants  supply,  — 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace : 
Oh,  let  (hy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place ; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame. 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  Oh,  may  that  sacred  fire. 

Descending  from  ahove, 
Our  languid  hearts  inspire 

With  fervent  zeal  and  love ; 
Enlighten  our  heclouded  eyes, 
And  teach  our  groveling  souls  to  rise. 


82. 


L.  M.  C.  Weslev, 

The  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart. 

1  STAY,  thou  insisted  Spirit,  stay. 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite : 
Cast  not  a  sinuer  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  — 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; 

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PRAYER  FOR  THE   SPIRIT  S  INFLUENCK. 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release ; 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Oh,  guide  me  into  perfect  peace. 
And  hring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


PRAYER  FOR  A  REVIVAL. 

00»  A  Revival  desired. 

1  REVIVE  thy  churches.  Lord,  with  grace  j 
Heal  every  breach,  and  grant  us  peace ; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth ;  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

2  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live. 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find. 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

3  May  aged  saints,  matured  with  grace, 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness  : 

And,  when  transplanted  to  the  skies. 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

4  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And,  weeping,  sow  the  seeds  of  praise. 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Our  songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayer. 

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84 


PRAYER   FOR   A   REVIVAL. 
C.    M. 


'Revival  p-ayed  for. 

1  RETIRE,  vain  world,  awhile  retire, 

And  leave  us  with  the  Lord ; 
Thy  gifts  ne'er  fill  one  just  desii'C, 
Nor  lasting  bliss  afford. 

2  Blest  Jesus,  come  thou  gently  down. 

And  fill  this  hallowed  place ; 
Oh,  make  thy  glorious  goings  known. 
Diffuse  around  thy  grace. 

3  Shine,  dearest  Lord,  from  realms  of  day, 

Dispei'se  the  gloom  of  night ; 
Chase  all  our  clouds  and  doubts  away, 
And  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

4  Behold,  and  pity  from  above. 

Our  cold  and  languid  frame ; 
Oh,  shed  abroad  thy  quickening  love, 
And  we'll  adore  thy  name. 

5  All  glorious  Saviour,  source  of  grace, 

To  thee  we  raise  our  cry  ; 
Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
To  every  waiting  eye. 

6  Revive,  0  God,  desponding  saints, 

Languid  in  thine  employ ; 
Refresh  the  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
Fill  mourning  hearts  with  joy. 

7  Make  known  thj  power,  victorious  Kinc 

Subdue  each  stubborn  will ; 
Then  sovereign  grace  we'll  join  to  sing 
On  Zion's  sacred  hiii. 
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PRAYER   FOR   A   REVIVAL. 

C.  M.  S.  F.- Smith 

»  Spirit  of  Holiness. 

1  SPIRIT  of  holiness,  descend ; 

Thy  people  wait  for  thee ; 
Thine  ear,  in  kind  compassion,  lend ; 
Let  us  thy  mercy  see. 

2  Behold,  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate ; 
Oh,  bid  thy  light  arise. 

3  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone. 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee ; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone  — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

4  Oh,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  Grod ; 

Remember  those  we  love ; 
Fit  them,  on  earth  for  thine  abode; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

5  Spirit  of  holiness,  'tis  thine 

To  hear  our  feeble  prayer ; 
CJome, —  for  we  wait  thy  power  divine,— 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share. 


Q^  •  C.  M.         Ch.  Melodist 

00»        Converting  Grace  implored. 
1  COME,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again, 
"With  thy  converting  power ; 
The  fields  of  Zion  thirst  for  rain, 
Oh,  send  a  gracious  shower  1 
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PRAYER   FOR   A   REVIVAL. 

2  Our  hearts  are  filled  with  sore  distress, 
While  sinners  all  around 
Are  pressing  on  to  endless  death. 
And  no  relief  is  found. 


3  Dear  Saviour,  come  with  quickening  power, 

Thy  mourning  people  cry; 
Salvation  bring  in  mercy's  hour, 
Nor  let  the  sinner  die. 

4  Once  more  let  converts  throng  thy  house. 

And  shouts  of  victory  raise ; 
Then  shall  our  griefs  be  turned  to  joy. 
And  sighs,  to  songs  of  praise. 


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8's,  7'6  &  4's.  Jat. 

A  BlessVng  requested. 

1  COME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spii'it, 
Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed  : 
Let  each  heai-t  thy  grace  inherit, 
Eaise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed ; 
From  the  Gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 


2  Oh,  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing. 

Which  thy  word  's  designed  to  give  j 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing. 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive ; 
And  forever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 
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88 


PRAYER   FOR   A   REVIVAL. 

8's  7's  &  4's.  Newton. 

Trayer  for  a  Revival. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished ; 
Every  part  looked  gay  and  green ; 
AH  its  plants  by  thee  were  nourished ; 
Then  how  cheering  was  the  scene ! 

Lord*  revive  us ! 
All  oiu'  help  must  come  from  thee. 


3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  di'oop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither ; 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 
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PRAYER    FOR   A   REVIVAL. 

3  Let  car  mutual  love  be  fervent; 
MaJce  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  oue,.  esteemed  thy  sei-vant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  revive  us  1 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

6  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour. 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee, 

Q^  8's  &  7's.  Newton. 

0«/«  Declension  lamented. 

1  ONCE,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished. 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished,  / 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

2  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded. 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted,— 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again. 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither. 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  I 

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90 


PRAYER   FOR   A   REVIVAL. 

S.  M.  Sac.  Song*. 

•  Trayer  for  a  Revival. 

1  0  LORD,  thy  work  revive 

In  Z ion's  gloomy  hour, 

And  let  our  dying  graces  live 

By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  Oh,  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 
Their  sacred  vows  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shaU  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear; 

Now  listen  to  our  cry  : 
Oh,  come  and  bring  s-alvation  near 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 


91. 


L.    M.  DODDRIDGK. 

BzeTcieVs  Vision  of  the  Dry  Bones. 

1  LOOK  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ! 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered,  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known, 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thy  own. 

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PRAYER   FOR   A    REVIVAL* 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophecy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry. 
Till  thine  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

5  So,  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound. 
Shall  shake  the  heavens  and  rend  the  ground, 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 


92. 


L.  M.  T.  Scorr. 

Fraijer  for  the  Return  of  the  Spirit. 

1  0  LORD,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 

Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn? 
Thy  Spirit  grieved,  and  long  withdi-awn. 
Will  he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2  Great  Source  of  light  and  peace,  return, 

Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain ; 
Come,  repossess  our  longing  hearts 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3  This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand. 

Once  more  be  with  thy  presence  blest; 
Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed ; 
Be  this  thine  everlasting  rest. 
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8INNFAS    WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 


SINNERS  WARNED  AND  ENTREATED. 


93 


7's.  Newton, 

Grace  Efficacious. 

1  SOVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone ; 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt. 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died ; 
One  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death ; 
Perished  as  too  many  do, 

"With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace. 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case ; 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

5  "  Lord,  (he  prayed)  remember  me. 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be." 

"  Soon  with  me,  (the  Lord  replies) 
Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  gi*ace  indeed, 
Grace  vouchsafed  in  time  of  need ! 
Sinners  trust  in  Jesus'  name. 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

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94 


SKNNERS    WARNED    AND    ENTREATED. 

But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  the  hardened  thief ; 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  to  you  has  died  in  yain. 


C   M.  Fawcett. 

Sinn  67-3  Entreated. 

1  SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ! 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
I'rom  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell. 
Shut  up  in  black  despair"  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travail  all  yom*  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe  ! 

5  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  aboundiug  grace  : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 


95, 


SINNERS   WARNED   AN:)  ENTREATED. 

H.    M.  ToPLADt 

The  Jubilee  proclaimed. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly-solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Returu,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  Lome 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Thi'ough  all  the  lands,  proclaim ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  J  esus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
^\q  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Returfi,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near ; 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Keturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners  home. 


96. 


SINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

CM.  Steele. 

"  Yet  there  is  Room." 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
"Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room  : 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  wili  he  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father,  reconciled, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come ; 

The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcomed  home. 


^^  L.  M.  Fawcbtp. 

«7  •  •  Delai/  Bangerom. 

1  HASTEN,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  smi, 
The  longer  Wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh  hasten,  mercy  to  implore. 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
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98 


SINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

3  Oh  hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
for  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  bum 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Oh  hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest. 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

5  0  Lord,  do  thou  the  sinner  turn  ! 

Now  rouse  him  from  his  senseless  stat©! 
Oh,  let  him  not  thy  counsel  spurn, 
Nor  rue  his  fatal  choice  too  late. 

C.  M.  Steele, 

•  The  Saviour's  Invitation. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls ;  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart. 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss,  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come ;  'tis  Mercy's  voice ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys  ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 
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99 


SINNERS   WARNED   ANB    ENTREATED. 

S.  M.        Select  Hymns. 
Now  the  Day  of  Grace. 

1  NOW  is  the  day  of  grace ; 

Now  to  the  Saviour  come ; 
The  Lord  is  calling,  "  Seek  my  face, 
And  1  will  guide  you  home." 

2  A  Father  bids  yon  speed ; 

Oh,  wherefore  then  delay? 
He  calls  in  love ;  he  sees  your  need, 
He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

3  To-day  the  prize  is  won ; 

The  promise  is  to  save ; 
Then,  oh,  be  wise ;  to-morrow's  sun 
May  shine  upon  your  grave. 


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S.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

'Returning  to  Christ. 

1  YE  sons  of  earth,  arise, 

Ye  creatures  of  a  day ; 
Redeem  the  time  —  be  bold,  be  wise. 
And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2  The  year  of  gospel  grace 

With  us  rejoice  to  see, 
And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  proffered  liberty. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  Lord  of  all. 

Thee  help  us  to  receive ; 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call. 
Oh,  bid  us  turn  and  live. 
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SINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

S.  M.  Epis.  Coi- 

•  The  Sjjirit  inviting. 

1  THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinners  come;  " 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaima 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come ;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousnessj 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh,  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  j 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesns,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come ;  " 
Lord,  even  so ;  we  wait  thy  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come. 


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L.  M.  Grigc. 

Behold,  I  stand  at  the  Door.*' 
I  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

'i  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  showa 
Th^a  ma'^^hless  kindness  to  his  foes. 
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SINNERS   WARNED  AND   ENTREATSaj. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  Friend  of  sinners  —  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine  j 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul -destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn  — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

^  ^Q  L.    M.  COLI.VER. 

AUOt  Return,  0  Wanderer. 

1  RETURN,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face ; 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  the  Spirit's  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
His  love  shall  peace  and  joy  impart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

Thy  dying  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  cross,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return. 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  Mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 
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SINNERS   WARNED   AND  ENTREATED. 


104. 


C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Exhortation  to  'Rei)entance . 

1  "  REPENT  !  "  the  voice  celestial  cries ; 

No  longer  dare  delay ; 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'er  looks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  0  sinners,  in  his  presence  how. 

And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now. 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon  will  the  awful  tnirapet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
His  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days ! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 


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L.  M.  Watts 

The  'Road  to  Death. 
1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  deatli. 
And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path. 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
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SINNERS    WARNED    AND    ENTREATID. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  eommand ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

I  /\p  12's.  Thornbt. 

lUO.       The  Voice  of  Ire e  Grace. 

1  THE  voice    of   Free    Grace  cries.  Escape   to   tlw 

mountain; 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain: 
For  sin.  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased  our 

pardon! 
We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  oh,  flee  to  the  Saviour; 
ire  calls  you  in  mercy;  —  'tis  infinite  favor: 

Your  sins  are  iacreasing ;  escape  to  the  mountain ; 
Hia  blood  can  remove  them,  which  flows  from  the 
fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

8  0  Jesus,  ride  on,  triumphantly  glorious  ; 

O'er    flin,    death,    and    hell,    thou    art   more   than 

victorious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  ealTstiou — 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
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107 


■INNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

CM.  Watm. 

Invitations  of  the  Gospel. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
Tlie  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

3  Come,  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls 
That  feed  upon  the  wind ; 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul -reviving  feast. 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
"With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Dear  Lord !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, . 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins ! 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 
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109. 


SINNEPS   WARNED  AND   ENTREATED. 

7's  «fe  6's,  Newtom. 

The  Warning. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  further  go ; 
"Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe ! 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop ;  — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take ; 
Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God. 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar: 
Then  you'll  hear  your  awful  doom. 

And  sink  in  deep  despair ! 
AH  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd ; 

You  will  mark  their  crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  then  —  no  refuge  nigh. 

7's.  Ajwh. 

All  Tilings  earnest. 
1  TIME  is  earnest,  passing  by ; 
Death  is  earnest,  drawing  nigh. 
Sinner  !  wilt  thou  trifling  be? 
Time  and  death  appeal  to  thee. 
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BINNERS  WARNED   AND  ENTREATED. 

2  Life  is  earnest ;  when  'tis  o'er 
Thou  returnest  never  more. 
Soon  to  meet  eternity, 

Wilt  thou  never  serious  be? 

3  Heaven  is  earnest ;  solemnly 
Float  its  voices  down  to  thee. 
Oh,  thou  mortal;  art  thou  gay, 
Sporting  through  thine  earthly  d&yl 

4  Hell  is  earnest ;  fiercely  roll 
Burning  billows  near  thy  soul. 
Woe  for  thee  !  if  thou  abide 
Unredeemed,  unsanctified  ! 

5  God  is  earnest :  kneel  and  pray, 
Ere  thy  season  pass  away  — 
Ere  he  set  his  judgment  throne, 
Vengeance  ready,  mercy  gone. 

6  Christ  is  earnest,  bids  thee  "  Come ! ' 
Paid  thy  spirit's  priceless  sum. 
Wilt  thou  spurn  the  Saviour's  love, 
Pleading  with  thee  from  above? 

7  Thou  refusest !  wretched  one ! 
Thou  despisest  God's  dear  Son ! 
Madness  !  dying  sinner,  turn  ! 
Lest  his  wrath  within  thee  burn. 

8  When  thy  pleasures  all  depart. 
What  will  soothe  thy  fainting  heart 
Friendless,  desolate,  alone. 
Entering  a  world  unknown. 

9  Oh,  be  earnest !  loitering 
Thou  wilt  perish  :  lingering 
Be  no  longer  —  rise  and  flee; 
Lo !  thv  Saviour  waits  for  thee. 

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SINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

8's,  7's  &  4's.  Haet. 


1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  power ; 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  —  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Saviour's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous  — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  caU. 

4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished  !  " 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo !  the  rising  Lord  ascending 

To  his  Father  and  his  God : 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely. 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
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SINNERS   WARNED    AND   ENTREATED. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  to  his  name  : 

'Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners,  now  his  love  proclaim." 

^^^  L.  M.  Steeuc. 

■*  J"l-«  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 

The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
Oh  !  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad. 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 

Will  all  the  painful  loads  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woei , 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come,  believing  we  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast. 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

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SINNERS    WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

mL.M. 
•  The  Fhysician  of  Souls. 

1  Deep  are  the  wouuds  wMcli  siu  has  made, 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure? 
la  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  — 

The  work  exceeds  all  natm-e's  power. 

2  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  he  found? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 

Look  up,  0  fainting  soul,  and  live ; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give  1 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow ! 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 


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S.  M.  Htua 

Danger  of  Neglect. 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  Icve  divine? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite. 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast. 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave. 
With  ail  its  sins  opprest? 
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SINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATKD. 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

"Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
"Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace  so  dearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught. 
Will  fill  thee  with  sui'prise. 

5  Then  harden  not  thy  heart 

Against  the  Spirit's  voice ; 
To  Christ  submit ;  from  sin  depart ; 
Make  Wisdom's  ways  thy  choice. 


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6's,  7's  &  4's.  Anon 

There  is  a  Happy  Land. 
1  THERE  is  a  happy  land, 

Ear,  far  away. 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand. 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh  !  how  they  sweetly  sing. 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye ! 

S  Come  to  that  happy  land. 
Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  yet  delay? 
Oh !  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee. 
Blest,  blest  for  aye ! 
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115 


SINNERS   WARNED    AND   ENTREATED. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land. 

Beams  every  eye, 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand. 

Love  cannot  die ; 
Oh !  then  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We'll  reign  for  aye  I 

L.  M.  Watts. 

•       Life  the  Time  to  serve  God. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  seiTe  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  bum, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return  ! 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven, 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die. 
Beneath  the  clods  their  dust  must  lie ; 
They  have  no  share  iu  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circle  of  the  sun. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do. 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pui'sue ; 
Since  no  device  or  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
Oh,  may  we  all  receive  thy  grace, 
And  see  with  joy  thy  smiling  face. 

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BINNERS   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

S.   M.  DOBELL 

•  Kow  the  accepted  Time. 

1  NOW  is  the  accepted  time ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  Avithout  delay. 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


117. 


8"s  &  7's. 
Expostulation. 

1  NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading, 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding. 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Savioar? 

Win  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior. 

Now  he  calls  vou  to  his  arms. 
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SINNERS  WARNED  AND  ENTREATED. 

2  Sinners,  liear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day. 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior, 

Oh  repent,  return,  and  pray. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him,  &c. 

3  Oh,  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife ; 
Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 

Turn  upon  the  events  of  life. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him,  &c. 

4  Mow  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

'  Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee. 
See,  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 

Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him,  &c. 

5  Open  now  your  heai-ts  before  him. 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in ; 
Now  receive, — and  oh,  adore  him,      ' 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him,  &c. 

6  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready. 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more ; 
0  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy. 

Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him,  &c. 
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118.  2's&ll's.         J.  B.  Hague 

**  The  Harvest  is  past,  the  Summer  is  ended," 

1  HARK,  sinner,  while  God  from  on  high  doth 

entreat  thee, 
And  warnings  with  accents  of  mercy  doth  blend ; 
Give  ear  to  his  voice,  lest  in  judgment  he  meet 
thee ; 
**  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

2  How  oft  of  thy  danger  and  guilt  he  hath  told 

thee, 
How  oft  still  the  message  of  mercy  doth  send ! 
Haste,  haste,  while  he  waits  in  his  arms  to  enfold 
thee ; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

3  Despised,  rejected,  at  length  he  may  leave 

thee  ; 
What  anguish  and  horror  thy  bosom  wUl  rend ! 
Then  haste  thee,  0  sinner,  while  he  wUl  receive 

thee: 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  wiU  end  " 

■»  Ere  long,  and  Jehovah  will  come  in  his  powe» , 
Our  God  will  arise,  with  his  foes  to  contend  ; 

Haste,  haste  thee,  0  sinner ;   prepare  for  thit 
hour: 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end.** 

5  The  Saviour  will  call  thee  in  judgment  before 
him : 
Oh,  bow  to  his  scepter,  and  make  him  thy 
Friend ; 
Now  yield  him  thy  heart,  and  make  baste  to  adore 
him: 
"  Thy  harvest  ia  passing,  thy  summer  will  end.** 


SINNER?   WARNED   AND   ENTREATED. 

119.  lis  ASOM. 

Danger  of  Delay. 

1  DELAY  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee  ; 

No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  our  Lord? 

A  fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood  7 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day  : 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb, 
Her  message,  miheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace. 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,  entreats  thee  to  come. 

Beware,  lest  in  darkness,  thou  finish  thy  race, 
And  sink  to  the  vale  of  eternity's  gloom. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heavens  shall 

fade — 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 

stand. 
What  power,  then,  O  sinner,  shall  lend  thee  its 

aid? 

6  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  refuge  is  nigh, 
Escape  for  thy  life  ere  the  moment  is  past ; 

While  Mercy  invites  you,  O  fly,  sinner  fly ! 
Despise  not  her  warning — it  may  be  the  last! 

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120  ^'  ^'  D0DDRID<at 

One  Thing  needful. 

1  WHY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love  ? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  T 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
The  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  d£ep  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Then  we  no  more,  on  trifling  cares, 
Shall  waste  the  life  thy  mercy  spares. 


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THE  PENITENT. 

C.  P.  M.  OcvoH 

Conviction  and  Conversion. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

Exposed  to  endless  woe  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
**  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,** 
Or  else  to  ruin  go. 
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THE   PENITENT. 

S  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
"Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hel]^ 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near ; 
I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head ; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

O'erwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load  : 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  feel  the  wr^th  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  helJ, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 
The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinuer,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
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122. 


THE   PENITENT. 

L.  C.  M.  Wkslev. 

Seriozis  Frospect  of  Eterniti/. 


1  LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  j 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space. 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  my  inmost  soul  converf, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  : 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

"When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there. 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
"With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear. 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above ; 
"Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love ! 
Ill 


123 


THE   PENITENT. 

C.   M.        COTTERILL'S  COim 

TrusUnrj  in  the  Mercy  of  God. 

1  OUT  of  the  deeps,  0  Lord,  we  caU, 

"While  guilty  fears  oppress ; 
Do  thou,  with  ear  attentive,  hear 
The  voice  of  our  distress. 

2  If  thou  our  sins  severely  mark, 

And  strict  account  demand. 

Oh,  who,  of  all  the  sons  of  men. 

Before  thy  face  shall  stand? 

3  But,  Lord,  'tis  thine  to  spare  and  saye  — 

With  mercy  souls  to  win ; 
For  mercy  binds  the  grateful  heart, 
And  makes  it  fear  to  sin. 

4  We  trust  in  thee ;  in  thee,  0  Lord, 

Is  full  redemption  found ; 

Thy  mercy  pardons  every  sin, 

And  closes  every  wound. 


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L.  M.  Watts. 

Security  in  the  Cross, 
1  HERE  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God, 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love,  — 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, — 
Nor  shall  it,  Jesus,  e'er  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  draw  me  thence, 
Unmoved  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie  j 
Resolved,  —  for  that's  my  last  defense, — 
If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 
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THE   PENITENT. 

3  Bat  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade? 
Thy  justice  will  not  strike  me  here. 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  his  name. 


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7's.  RAFiin. 

Confession  of  Sin. 

1  SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  earnest  cry  ; 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Chief  of  sinners,  I  have  been ; 
Oft  have  sinned  before  thy  face  ; 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  fatal  dart 
Pierce  this  guilty  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  righteous  breath 
Doom  me  to  eternal  death. 

4  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul  ] 
Make  my  broken  spiiit  whole , 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

H  113 


THE  PENITENT. 

•i(\/*  C.  M.  Newton. 

l^D*  LooTcing  to  the  Cross. 

1  I  SAW  On-e  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  — 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
( Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 
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THE  PENITENT. 

L.  M.  Watts, 

xJi  i  •     Far  don  penitently  implored. 

1  SHOW  pit}'.  Lord ;  0  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  INIy  crimes,  though  great,  cannot  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should'  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  jiist  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  acainst  despair. 

115 


THE   PENITENT. 

^gyO^  CM.  Watti. 

J-^O*  Repejitance  in  view  of  the  Cross. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  [Thy  body  slain,  dear  Jesus,  thine. 

And  bathed  in  its  own  blood ; 

While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  Sufferer  stood.] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Saviour  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  to  thee, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
116 


129 


THE   PENITENT. 

C.  M.  Watti. 

Conviction  by  Law. 

1  LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  such  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before. 

Till  I  with  terror  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure. 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load ; 

My  sins  revived  again ; 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath. 

Exert  thy  power  to  save ; 
Oh,  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 


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S.  M.        Tate  &  Bradv 
Pleading  for  Mercy. 
1  HAVE  mercy.  Lord,  on  me, 
As  thou  wert  ever  kind ; 
Let  me,  oppressed  with  loads  of  guilt. 
Thy  wonted  pardon  find. 
117 


THE  PENITENT,  J 

2  Against  thee,  Lord,  alone,  | 

And  only  in  thy  sight,  | 

Have  I  transgressed ;  and,  though  condenui^, 

Must  own  thy  judgments  right.  ,/ 

3  Blot  out  my  many  sins. 

Nor  me  in  anger  view ; 
Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean,  ; 

An  upright  mind  renew.  ,; 


131. 


7'8.  TopIady. 

Rock  of  Ages.  { 

1  ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me,  I 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee :  I 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood,  \ 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  fLowfld, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure ;  ^ 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  powef. 

2  Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace  j 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

118 


THE  PENITENT. 


4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne  — 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


132 


C.  M.  S.  Stennetp. 

Indwelling  Sin  lamented. 

1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament. 

Here  at  thy  cross,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent. 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Oh,  was  there  e'er  a  heart  so  base. 

So  false,  as  mine  has  been  — 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin? 

3  Yet,  I  remember,  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just  and*  true  ; 
I  feel  that  what  my  God  demands. 
Is  his  most  rightful  due. 

4  Thy  word  I  hear,  thy  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  thy  works  approve  : 
Still,  nature  finds  it  hard  t'  obey. 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  fed 

This  warfare  in  my  breast? 
In  mercy  bow  this  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  spirit  rest. 
119 


133 


THE   PENITENT. 

L.  M. 

The  Burden  of  Sin. 

1  OH,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 

Oh,  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down  ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within. 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  :  but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  f Ql  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer. 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 
120 


134. 


THE   rENlTENT. 

L.  M.  Brkwmi 

Christ  the  Hiding -Flace. 

1  HAIL,  sovereign  love,  that  fii-st  began 
The  scheme  ft)  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace. 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place ! 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

3  But  thus  th'  eternal  counsel  ran  — 
"  Almighty  love  —  arrest  the  man ;" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

4  Vindictive  Justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew, 

But  Justice  cried,  with  frowning  face  — 
"This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

5  But  lo,  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard  — 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appeared ; 
Who  led  me  on,  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place. 

6  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell. 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race. 

And  now  he  is  my  hiding-place. 
121 


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THE  PENITENT. 

S.  M.  Newton. 

The  Gospel  Foo  . 

1  BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 

Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  time  to  time  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought. 

Why  should  I  longer  lie? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go? 

There  is  no  other  pool 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  flow, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try ; 
Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray. 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die? 

^Q/>  C.  M.  Jones 

lOO.        Aesolving  to  go  to  Christ. 

1  COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 

Have  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  coui'ts,  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


THE   PENITENT. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

"Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  my  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  scepter  pardon  gives ; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea 

Periiaps  he'll  hear  my  prayer , 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
Tor  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


137. 


6's  &  5's.  S.  Dti». 

Invitation. 

1  COIVIE,  heart-broken  sinner, 

Though  guilty  thou  art, 
Christ  is  omnipotent ! 
Oh,  give  him  thy  heart. 

2  How  rich  is  his  mercy  ! 

Behold  from  above 
He  stoops  to  embrace  thee, — 
Oh,  spurn  not  his  love ! 
123 


138 


THE   PENITENT. 

8  He  comes  in  thy  likeness, 
Of  flesh  takes  a  part — 
Has  the  tear  iu  his  eye. 
The  pain  iu  his  heart ! 

4  While  DOW  thou  art  weeping, 

Auf]  trembling  with  fear, 
Lest  He  should  discard  thee. 
His  mercy  is  near. 

5  Then  trust  him,  O  sinner, 

Though  guilty  thou  art ; 
Christ  is  omnipotent ! 
Oh,  give  him  thy  heart. 

CM. 

•        Extent  of  God's  Mercy. 

1  CANST  thou,  0  Lord,  forgive  so  soon 

A  soul  that's  sinned  so  long? 
Canst  thou  submit  thyself  to  one 
That  loads  thee  still  with  wrong? 

2  Canst  thou  invite  me  to  repent, 

And  woo  me  to  return  ? 
And  will  thine  anger,  Lord,  relent, 
And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn? 

3  It  is  no  merit  of  my  own, 

But  blood  of  Him  that  died. 
Our  elder  brother  and  thy  Son, 
My  sins  have  crucified. 

4  For  every  drop  of  crimson  dye. 

Thus  shed  to  make  me  live. 
Oh,  wherefore,  wherefore  have  not  1 
A  thousand  souls  to  give? 
124 


THE  PENITENT. 
-i  QQ  7'S.  ToPt^DT. 

10t/«     «  ffg  Jiath  home  our  griefs.^* 

1  WEEPING  soul,  no  longer  mourn, 
Jesus  all  thy  griefs  hath  borne  j 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore. 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid ; 
See  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours. 
Due  to  my  offense  and  yours ; 
Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 

On  the  atoning  sacrifice. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay. 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace. 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

■\\c\  8's  &  7's.  Newtow. 

14 1/»  Healing  for  the  Blind. 

1  "MERCY,  0  thou  Son  of  David," 
Blind  Bartimeus  once  cried ; 
"  Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 
Oh,  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid.'* 
For  his  crying  many  chid  him. 
But  he  cried  the  louder  still. 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
*  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  wDl." 
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THE   PENITENT. 

2  Money  was  not  what  lie  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 
Yet  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  that  none  but  he  could  give ; 
"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day ;" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness. 

Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  — 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing, 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 
Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

Or  could  be  advised  by  me ; 
Sure  if  they  were  brought  unto  him. 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  M?te. 

4  "  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garments. 

Follow  Jesus  in  the  way  ; 
He'll  direct  me  by  his  counsel. 

Bring  me  to  eternal  day ; 
There  shall  I  behold  my  Saviour, 

Spotless,  innocent  and  pure ; 
I  shall  reign  with  him  forever. 

For  his  promises  are  sure. 

5  "  Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming, 

See  him  now  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him  — 

Oh,  behold  the  glorious  crowd  ! 
I  will  rise  and  go  and  meet  him. 

And  embrace  him  in  my  arms ; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 

Oh !  he  hath  a  thousand  charms," 
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THE  PENITENT. 


141. 


C.  M.  BurnBam. 

Lord!  remember  Me. 


1  JESUS  !  thou  art  tlie  sinner's  Friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord !  rememher  me. 

2  Kemember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Eem ember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne 
0  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 

0  Lord !  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  0  my  great  Redeemer,  God  I 

1  pray,  remember  me. 

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U2 


THE    PENITENT. 

7's.  Sac.  Soihw 

Beep  Contrition. 

1  JESUS,  save  my  dying  soul ; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole ; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven, 
foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone  • 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross ; 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe ; 
Wilt  Hiou  —  wilt  thou  not  forgive  I 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie ; 
Saviour  leave  me  not  to  die. 


W3 


7's.  C.  Wesley. 

•  A  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 
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THE   PEJJITENT. 

2  Other  refuge  liave  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Kaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  : 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

I  .  .  CM.  Stennott. 

Atx*  Imploring  "Pardon. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  prostrate  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  that  thou  hast  shed ; 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 
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THE  PENITENT. 


4  I  plead  thy  sorrows,  gracious  Lord; 
Do  thou  my  sins  forgive  : 
Thy  justice  wUl  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


145 


7's.  C.  Wesi] 

The  Penitent  Inquirer. 

1  DEPTH  of  mercy !  —  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me? 

Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear, 
And  the  chief  of  sinners  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face ; 
Would  not  hear  his  gracious  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Jesus,  answer  from  above  : 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love? 

Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget?  — 
Lo,  I  fall  before  thy  feet. 

4  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ; 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore ; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


L.  M. 
The  Decision. 


U6. 

1  THE  smitten  heart  and  starting  tear, 

Which  bade  me  live  for  God  and  heavec, 
Have  sometimes  roused  my  solemn  fear. 
And  made  me  wish  my  sins  forgiven. 
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THE    PENITENT. 

9  But  when  I  mingled  vritli  the  crowd 
That  hasten  to  the  world  of  woe, 
I  felt  too  stubborn  and  too  proud 

To  yield  to  Christ,  and  heavenward  go. 

3  And  thus  I've  gone  from  day  to  day, 

From  month  to  month,  and  year  to  year, 
Refusing  still  to  bend  and  pray, 
And  shed  the  penitential  tear. 

4  But  I'm  resolved  no  longer  now 

To  put  away  the  day  of  grace ; 
Lest  God  in  anger  strike  the  blo\<. 
And  make  despair  my  dwelling  place. 


147. 


C.  M.  C.  Wesle 

Frayer  for  Bepentance. 

1  OH,  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

Which  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  ! 

2  Oh,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ! 
That  sense  of  guilt  which  trembling  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin  the  deep  distress, 
The  pledge  thou  vrAi  at  last  receive. 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace.  , 

131 


THE    PENITENT. 


4  0  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 
And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desii-es  aud  hopes  above. 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


W8. 


L.  M.  Watts. 

Returning  to  God. 

1  A  BROKEN  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  is  humbled  in  the  dust. 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye. 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  love  inspii-e  my  tongue ; 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousnesi. 


149. 


C.    M.  STKMJt 

Contrition. 
0  LORD,  thy  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Thy  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 
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THE   PENITENT. 

S  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  sinful  wanderer  mourn: 
Hast  thou  not  bid  nie  seek  thy  face' 
Hast  thou  not  said,  "Return?" 

3  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart. 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

4  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy ; 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy. 


150, 


8's  &  6's.  AwoN. 

Coming  to   Christ. 

1  JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  sin  blot. 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  eacii  STWt, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 
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THE    CONVERT. 

4  Just  as  I  am  —  poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healiug,  peace  of  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

■  5  Just  as  I  am  —  thou  wilt  receive. 

Give  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


151. 


THE  CONVERT. 

L.  M.  Cennick. 

Christ  the  Way. 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 

He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view ;  — 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 

And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

3  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 

I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul ;  I  am  the  way." 
134 


THE  CONVERT. 

4  Lo  !  glad  I  come ;  and  thou  blest  Lamli^ 

Wilt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

5  Then  vrill  I  tell  to  sinners  round 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  I 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 


152. 


L.   M.  DODDRICGS. 

Uniting  with  the  Church. 

1  OH,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh,  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  claims  my  highest  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

2  *Tis  done;  the  great  transaction's  done; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Kejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow. 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

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153 


THE   CONVERT. 

C.   M.  NeWTOS' 

Amazing  Garce. 
1  AMAZING  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  neart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved: 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be. 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 
I  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow. 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
But  God  who  called  me  here  below, 
"Will  be  forever  mine. 
136 


154 


THE    CONVERT, 

L.  M.  Steele. 

Choosing  Christ's  Service. 

1  NOW  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart. 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh,  be  his  service  all  my  joy ; 

Around  let  my  example  shine. 

Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 

And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice  — 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  Oh,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire. 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways: 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire. 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 


155 


C.  M. 

Renouncing  the  World. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  follies  too. 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Those  follies  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  delight  afford ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 
137 


THE    CONVERT. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Shall  iix  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone. 

And  wholly  live  to  thee ; 

Yet  worthless  still,  myself  I  own, 

Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 

'4rf»  8's  &  7'S.  MoNTGOMKRVi 

ly  0«       Forsaking  all  for  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Friendless,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known , 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
138 


THE    CONVERT. 

3  Go,  tlien,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain: 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abha,  rather  — 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee ! 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station. 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine, 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Taith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 
139 


THE  CONVERT. 

lO  I  •         7%^  C/^am5  0/  Christ. 

1  MY  soul's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue, 
Could  I  meet  -with  angels,  I'd  sing  them  a  song, 
I'd  sing  of  my  J  esus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
Aad  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms. 

2  Methinks  they're  descending  to  hear  while  I  sing, 
Well  pleased  to  hear  mortals  thus  praising  their  king, 

0  angels !  0  angels !  my  soul's  in  a  flame ; 

1  faint  in  sweet  rapture  at  Jesus'  dear  name. 

3  0  Saviour  of  sinners !  thou  balm  of  my  soul,  [whole; 
'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  that  made  my  heart 
Oh,  bring  me  to  view  thee,  my  God  and  my  king, 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

4  Sweet  Spirit,  attend  me,  till  Jesus  shall  come ; 
Protect  and  defend  me  until  I'm  called  home: 
Though  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as  their 

prey, 
TwUl  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noonday. 

6  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my  soul; 
I  sink  in  sweet  visions  to  view  the  bright  goal ; 
My  sovil,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go ; 
This  moment  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  below. 


158 


7's  &  6's.  Newtow. 

Christ  the  great  Fhysician. 
I  HOW  lost  was  my  condition. 
Till  Jesus  made  me  v^^hole ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin -sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 
His  wondrous  power  to  save. 
140 


THE   CONVERT. 

9  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  ■with  sin  j 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within ; 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combined ; 
And  none  but  a  beHever 

The  least  reHef  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skiU  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing. 

And  added  to  my  para ; 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

4  At  length,  this  great  Physician  — 

How  matchless  is  his  grace !  — 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case ; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him,— 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed, — 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  : 

I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 


159 


C.  M.  Watts. 

•     Parting  with  earthly  Joys. 
MY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 

And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
On  things  of  sense  why  fix  my  sight? 

Why  on  its  pleasures  dwell? 
141 


THE   CONVERT. 

2  There's  nothing  round  this  spacio.TS  ear^i 

That  suits  my  soul's  desire ; 

To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

3  No  longer  will  I  ask  its  love, 

Nor  seek  its  friendship  more ; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  its  power. 

4  Oh,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 

To  ascend  the  heavenly  road : 
There  shall  I  share  my  Saviour's  love. 
There  shaU  I  dweU  with  God. 


160 


8's  &  7's.  BoWMNG. 

•        Glorying  in  the  Gross. 

IN  th^icross  of  Christ  I  glcrry, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 

All  the  light  of  sacrpd  story 
Gather  round  its  headiSublime. 


2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 
142 


THE   CONVERT. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory. 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  Light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


161. 


C.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Believer's  Fortion. 


1  MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  tMs  inferior  clod ; 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

4  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 
143 


162 


THE   CONVERT. 
6'S&4'S.  R.  PALMWfc 

Christ  our  Confidence. 

1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  : 

Saviour  divine, 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
Oh,  let  me,  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
A.S  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be  — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dread  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  Guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away. 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream. 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distress  remove; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above,  — 

A  ransomed  soul. 
144 


163. 


THE   CONVERT. 


L.  M.  GnHaa. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  and  shaU  it  ever  be 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee, 
A-shamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus?     Sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ! 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus?    Just  as  soon 
Let  morning  be  ashamed  of  noon ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he. 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus?  that  dear  friend. 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  !  when  I  blush  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus?  Yes  I  may,  , 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave. 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  TUl  then  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain  -^ 
Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  oh !  may  this  my  glory  be. 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 
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164 


THE    CONVERT. 

C.  P.  M.  Anom. 

Revival  Joys. 

1  WE  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun. 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne. 

From  Jesus'  grace  ou  high  : 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again. 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

2  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above. 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

«  We'll  drink  a  full  supply ; 
Our  Shepherd  will  before  us  go, 
And  lead  where  heavenly  fountains  flow, 
That  never  will  run  dry. 

3  There  will  we  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home ; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear. 
Soon  shall  we  meet  together  there. 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

5  There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore, 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  our  sufferings  o'er, 

In  sweet  redeeming  love  : 
We'll  shout  and  praise  our  conquering  King, 
Who  died  himself  that  he  might  bring 

Us  rebels  near  to  God. 
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165. 


THE   CONVERT. 

C.    M.  KlKKHAM* 

Bearing  Shame  for  Christ. 

1  DIDST  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be? 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 

And  treat' me  with  disdain ; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name. 
And  count  reproach  my  gaia.. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit. 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 


166 


P.  M. 

Heavenly  Union. 

1  COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 

Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell. 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high. 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie. 

He  looked  on  me  with  pitying  eye. 
And  said  to  me,  as  he  passed  by, 
"With  God  you  have  no  union." 
147 


THE   CONVERT. 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry ; 
And  looked  this  way  and  that,  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  so  that  I  must  die  j 

I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy ; 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  washed  me  clean ; 
And  oh !  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  praised  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray. 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I'd  something  still  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  gave  us  heavenly  union. 

.^_  C.    M.  DoDDRIDCt 

lU  I  •   "  Thou  Jcnowest  that  I  love  thee.'* 

1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 

And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out. 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

148 


THE   CONVERT. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still, 

To  my  attentive  ear? 
Does  not  eacli  pulse  vrifh  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  blessed  Lord, 

But  oh  !  I  long  to  soar, 
Far  from  this  scene  of  mortal  joys, 
And  love  thee  evermore. 


168. 


6's  &  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  interceding. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  sisands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
"Forgive  him,  oh,  forgive,"  they  cry, 
"  Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  !" 
149 


169 


THE   CONVERT. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray. 

His  dear  anointed  One  i 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  hlood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  j 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

C.  M.  C.  Wesle». 

•     The  happy  Child  of  Grace. 
HOW  happy 's  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  feels  his  sins  forgiven ; 
"This  world,"  he  cries,  "is  not  my  place; 

I  seek  a  place  in  heaven, — 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight; 

Yet,  oh,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

"  To  that  Jerusalem  above 

With  singing  I'll  repair ; 
While  in  the  world,  by  hope  and  love, 

My  heart  and  soul  are  there ; 
Thei'e  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 

My  merciful  High  Priest, 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands, 

To  take  me  to  his  breast. 
150 


THE   CONVEKT. 

"  Oh,  wtat  a  blessed  hope  is  ouis, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay  1 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed. 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

"  Oh,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow. 

And  let  this  vessel  break  ! 
And  let  my  ransomed  spirit  go 

To  grasp  the  God  I  seek ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me. 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace. 

Through  all  eternity." 


170. 


L.  M.         H.  K.  White. 
The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  WHEN,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem: 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 
151 


THE   CONVERT. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever  and  forever  more, — 

The  Star  — the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


171 


7's  &  6's.  TiEBW. 

Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  OH,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  S.OW  I  am  a  soldier ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er : 
His  faithful  word  has  promised 

A  righteous  crown  to  give ; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 
152 


THE    CONVERT. 

3  Through  grace,  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  to  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow — 

I  hid  you  all  adieu ; 
And  oh,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  trouhles 

And  trials  on  you^  way. 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and-  hope,  and  love ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended. 

He'll  carry  you  above. 


172. 


ll's  &  9'g.  C.  Weslet. 

Ec^asy  of  the  new-born  Soul. 

\  HOW  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ! 
Tongue  cannot  express  the  sweet  comfort  and  peaeo 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  lore ! 


2  That  comfort  was  mine,  when  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
When  my  heart  it  believed,  what  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  1 


6  'Twas  a  heaven  below  my  Redeemer  to  know; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 
Than  to  fall  at  his  feet,  and  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 
153 


THE   CONVERT. 

4  Je«us  all  the  day  long  was  my  joy  and  my  song: 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried,  he  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  a  poor  rehel  like  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love  I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 
I  could  not  believe,  that  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  Oh,  the  rapturous  height  of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in^the  life-giving  blood! 
Of  my  Saviour  possessed,  1  was  perfectly  blessed, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 


173. 


8's  &  7's.  Robinson. 

Sitting  at  the  Cross. 


1  SWEET  the  moment,  rich  in  blessing, 

"Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend : 
Here  111  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

2  Truly  blessed  in  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  : 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye ; 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze : 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven  — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace ! 
154 


THE   CONVERT. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

"With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling. 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


174. 


lO's&ll's.-. 

Fleasures  of  Relic/ion. 


1  OH,  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 

A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound. 
To  dwell  I'm  determined,  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  Paradise  live. 
And  me  in  that  number,  will  Jesus  receive; 
My  soul  don't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away. 

Rise,  follow  the  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow. 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort  —  go  after  him,  ga 

Lo !  onward  I  move,  to  a  country  above, 

None  guiesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will  prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell,  and  sin ; 
'Midst  outward  affliction,  shall  feel  Christ  within  ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  "  Receive  me,"  I'll  cry. 

For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

h  But  still  I  do  find,  that  we  are  so  joined. 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 
So,  this  is  the  race  I'm  running,  through  grace, 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbors  may  share 
Those  blessings ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you  dare  f 
In  bondage,  oh  why,  and  death,  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh? 
155 


175 


THE   CONVERT. 

C.  M.  J.  Kyland. 

Hinder  me  not. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

CHORUS. 

We're  marching  to  Immanuel's  ground, 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  then  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
And  never,  never  part  again  ! 

What !  never  part  again? 

No,  never  part  agaiu  ! 

What!  never  part  again? 

No,  never  part  again  ! 
And  then  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign. 
And  never,  never  part  again  ! 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry. 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 
-  We're  marching,  &c. 

3  Through  duties,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
"  Hinder  me  not ;"  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
We're  marching,  &c. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home. 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be,  — 
"Hinder  me  not;"  come,  w^elcome  death; 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
We're  marching,  &c. 
156 


BAPTISM. 


BAPTISM. 


176 


8's  &  7's.  Fawcett. 

•  Invitation  to  follow  the  Lamb. 

1  HUMBLE  souls,  who  seek  salvation 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  Revelation, 

Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod  : 
Flee  to  him,  your  only  Saviour, 

In  his  mighty  name  confide ; 
In  the  whole  of  your  behavior. 

Own  him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 

2  Hear  the  blessed  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice ; 
Dread  no  ill  that  can  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice 
Jesus  says,  "  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name ;" 
He  himself  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immersed  beneath  the  stream. 

3  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  without  delay ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  1  your  Captain  leads  the  way  : 
View  the  rite  with  understanding, 

Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies, 
Be  interred  at  his  commanding, 

After  his  example  rise. 
157 


177 


CM.  Fellow* 

Delight  in  Obedience. 

1  0  LORD,  and  will  tliy  pardoning  love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  gilt  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised? 
And  shall  T  be  ashamed,  0  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized? 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed. 
That's  worthy  of  my  God? 

4  0  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 


178 


L.  M. 

•'  They  were  baptized." 

1  GREAT  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear. 
With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear, 

Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey; 
Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day  ! 

2  Great  things,  0  everlasting  Son, 
Great  things  for  us  thy  grace  hath  done 
Constrained  by  thy  almighty  love, 
Our  willing  feet  to  meet  Thee  move. 

158 


3  In  thy  assembly  here  we  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command  : 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view, 

And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  througli. 

4  TJK  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride 
M^t  not  invite,  and  be  denied  ; 
Was  not  the  Lord,  who  came  to  save. 
Interred  in  such  a  liquid  grave? 

5  Thus  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  name ; 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream ; 
Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come. 

And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 


179 


S.    M.        L.  H.  SiGOURNET 

Delight  in  Obedience. 

1  SAVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love. 

Thy  pure  example  bless. 
And  with  a  firm,  unwaveriag  zeal. 
Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 

2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Not  to  the  scourge,  the  thorn,  the  crose 
Our  favored  feet  are  led ;  — 

3  But,  at  this  peaceful  tide, 

Assembled  in  thy  fear, 
The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
We  humblv  offer  here. 
'  159 


180. 


BAPTISM. 

C.    M.  DoDDRIDOa 

Christians  buried  and  risen  with  Clirist. 

1  BAPTIZED  into  our  Saviour's  death, 

Our  souls  to  sin  must  die ; 
With  Christ  our  Lord  we  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There,  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits. 

Enthroned  divinely  fair, 
Yet  owns  himself  our  Brothe**  stUl, 
And  oiu'  Forerunner  there. 

3  Kise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Above  our  choicest  treasure  lies. 
And  be  our  hearts  above. 

4  But  earth  and  sin  will  draw  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong,  attractive  power 
To  fix  our  souls  on  high. 


181 


L.  M.  Stennett. 

'  Thus  it  becometh  us." 

1  THE  Great  Redeemer  we  adore. 

Who  came  the  lost  to  seek  and  save. 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  its  wave ! 

2  "  Thus  it  become  us  to  fulfill 

All  righteousness,"  he  meekly  said; 
"  Why  should  we  then  to  do  his  will, 
Or  be  ashamed,  or  be  afraid?" 
160 


VAPnSM. 

3  With  Thee,  into  thy  watery  tomb, 

Lord,  'tis  our  glory  to  descend ; 
'Tis  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  rooia 
To  lie  interred  by  such  a  friend. 

4  Yet  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way 

To  let  us  see  the  light  again. 
So  on  the  resurrection  day, 
The  bands  of  death  proved  weak  and  rain. 


182 


L.  M. 

liaised  to  Newness  of  Life. 

1  COME,  all  you  sons  of  God,  and  vie# 
Your  bleeding  Saviour's  love  to  youj 
Behold  him  sink  with  heavy  woes, 
And  give  his  life  to  save  Ms  foes. 

2  Here  in  the  pure  baptismal  wave. 
You  see  the  emblem  of  his  grave ; 
Come,,  all  who  woidd  his  laws  obey, 
And  view  the  place  where  Jesus  lay 

3  When  from  the  watery  tomb  restored, 
Then  call  to  mind  your  rising  Lord ; 
You  saints,  lift  up  your  joyful  eyes ; 
Exulting  see  your  Saviour  rise. 

4  Ascending  from  the  stream,  behold 
An  emblem  of  his  life  restored  ; 
Hence  live  to  him  who  died  for  you. 
And  all  his  just  commandments  do^ 

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183. 


8's,  7's  &  4's.       J.  E.  GiLM. 
Buried  loitli  Christ  by  Baptism. 

1  THOU  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus, 

"  Take  thy  cross  and  follow  nie ;'' 
Shall  the  word  with  terror  seize  us? 
Shall  we  from  the  burden  flee? 

Lord,  I'll  take  it, 
And,  rejoicing,  follow  thee. 

2  While  this  liquid  tomb  sui-veying, 

Emblem  of  my  Saviour's  grave. 
Shall  I  shun  its  brink,  betraying 
Feelings  worthy  of  a  slave? 

No  !  I'll  enter  : 
Jesus  entered  Jordan's  wave. 

3  Blest  the  sign  which  thus  reminds  me, 

Saviour,  of  thy  love  for  me ; 
But  more  blest  the  love  that  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee  : 
Oh,  what  pleasure,  n 

Buried  with  my  Lord  to  be ! 

4  Should  it  rend  some  fond  connection, 

Should  I  suffer  shame  or  loss, 

Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection, 

I  have  been  where  Jesus  was, 

"Will  revive  me 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

5  Fellowship  with  him  possessing, 

Let  me  die  to  earth  and  sin ; 
Let  me  rise  to  enjoy  the  blessing 
Which  the  faithful  soul  shall  win: 

May  I  ever 
Follow  where  my  Lord  has  been. 
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C.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Self-consecration  in  Baptism. 

1  WHILE  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine, 

We  yield  our  spirits  now, 
Shine  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 
And  seal  the  cheerful  vow. 

2  All  glory  be  to  Him  whose  life 

For  ours  was  freely  given. 
Who  aids  us  in  the  spirit's  strife, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven. 

3  To  thee  we  gladly  now  resign 

Our  life  and  aU  our  powers ; 
Accept  us  in  this  rite  divine, 
And  bless  these  hallowed  hours. 

4  Oh,  may  we  die  to  earth  and  sin. 

Beneath  the  mystic  flood ; 
And  when  we  rise,  may  we  begin 
To  live  anew  for  God. 


185. 


C.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

The  Emblematic  Dove. 

1  MEEKLY  in  Jordan's  holy  stream 

The  great  Redeemer  bowed ; 
Bright  was  the  glory's  sacred  beam 
That  hushed  tTie  wondering  crowd. 

2  Thus  God  descended  to  approve 

The  deed  that  Christ  had  done ; 
Thus  came  the  emblematic  Dove, 
And  hovered  o'er  the  Son. 
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3  So,  blessed  Spirit,  come  to-day 

To  our  baptismal  scene: 
Let  thoughts  of  earth  be  far  away. 
And  every  mind  serene. 

4  This  day  we  give  to  holy  joy ; 

This  day  to  heaven  belongs. 
Eaised  to  new  life,  we  wiU  employ 
In  melody  our  tongues. 


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L.  M.  Baujwiic 

Imitation  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb, 
Who  loved  our  race  ere  time  began, 
Who  vailed  his  Godhead  in  our  clay, 
And  in  an  humble  manger  lay. 

2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led, 

To  mark  the  path  his  saints  should  tread ; 
With  joy  they  trace  the  sacred  way. 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Baptized  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave. 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave ; 
Heaven  owned  the  deed,  approved  the  way. 
And  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name. 
Come,  tread  his  steps,  and  learn  of  him; 
Happy  beyond  expression  they 

Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 
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8'S,  7*S  &  4'6.      S.  S.  CUTTIN* 

Christian  Profession. 

1  GRACIOUS  Saviour !  we  adore  thee, 

Purchased  by  thy  precious  blood, 
We  present  ourselves  before  thee. 

Now  to  walk  the  narrow  road  : 
Saviour,  guide  us. 
Guide  us  to  our  heavenly  home. 

2  Thou  didst  mark  our  path  of  duty ; 

Thou  wast  laid  beneath  the  wave ; 
Thou  didst  rise  in  glorious  beauty 

From  the  semblance  of  the  grave : 
May  we  follow 
In  the  same  del%htful  way. 


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L.  M.  JuDso> 

Christ's  Example. 

1  OUR  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave, 
And  meekly  sought  a  watery  grave: 
Come,  see  the  sacred  path  he  trod  — 
A  path  well  pleasing  to  our  God. 

2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face, 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love, 
And  join  our  songs  with  songs  above. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shine; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 
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L.  M. 

Buried  with  Him  by  Baptism. 

1  JESUS,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
Now  on  the  water's  brink  we  stand, 
Ready  to  walk  into  the  wave, 

A  lively  emblem  of  the  grave. 

2  Let  neither  shame,  nor  fear,  nor  pride, 
Divert  our  steady  feet  aside ; 

'Tis  by  appointment,  in  thy  name 
We  venture  down  into  the  stream. 

3  Lord  of  the  universe !  look  down. 
And  make  thy  great  salvation  known : 
Teach  every  sinner  to  obey. 

And  follow  Jesus  in  "  the  way." 


190. 


S.  M.  S.  F.  Swixa 

Baptism  itifo  Christ. 

1  WITH  willing  hearts  we  tread 

The  path  the  Saviour  trod ; 
We  love  the  example  of  our  Head, 
The  glorious  Lamb  of  God. 

2  On  thee,  on  thee  alone, 

Our  hope  and  faith  rely, 
Oh,  thou  who  didst  for  sin  atone. 
Who  didst  for  sinners  die. 

3  We  trust  thy  sacrifice ; 

To  thy  dear  cross  we  flee  : 
Oh,  may  we  die  to  sin,  and  rise 
To  life  and  bliss  in  thee. 
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L.  M.  S.  Dyer. 

Imitating  Christ. 

1  BENEATH  the  Jordan's  limpid  wave 

The  Baptist  lays  the  Saviour's  head, 
And  thus  within  the  liquid  grave 
The  path  of  righteousness  to  tread. 

2  Arising  from  the  dimpling  tide, 

Divinest  rays  around  him  pour ; 
The  Spirit's  wings  are  seen  to  glide. 
The  Saviour,  dove-like,  hovering  o'©r. 

3  The  Father's  voice  pronounced  him  blest, 

Who  bowed  Him  in  baptismal  rite ; 

"  Hear  Him,  who  seek  a  heavenly  rest, 

My  Son,  in  whom  I  take  delight." 

4  Dear  Saviour,  'neath  the  flood  we  bow, 

And  from  this  hour  would  die  to  sin ; 
Oh,  hear  in  heaven  our  solemn  vow, 
And  all  create  anew  within. 

4  Oh,  grant  to-day  the  holy  Dove 

May  in  our  bosoms  make  his  rest ; 
The  Father's  still  small  voice  of  love. 

Pronounce  those  words  which  make  us  blest 


L.  M.  Beddome. 

Cordial  Obedience. 


192. 

1  BLEST  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey  : 
Not  of  constraint,  but  with  delight. 
Thy  servants  hither  come  to-day. 
To  honor  thine  appointed  rite. 


2  Descend,  descend,  celestial  Dove, 

On  these  dear  followers  of  the  Lord ; 
Exalted  Head  of  all  the  church. 
Thy  promised  aid  to  them  afford. 

3  Let  faith,  assisted  now  by  signs, 

The  wonders  of  thy    >ve  explore ; 

And,  washed  in  thy  redeeming  blood, 

Let  them  depart,  and  sin  no  more. 


193. 


L.   M.  JUDSON. 

The  Holy  Spirit  invoked. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  shine. 

And  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws. 
And  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause ; 

We  love  thy  cross,  the  shame,  the  pain, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

3  We  sink  beneath  the  mystic  flood ; 
Oh,  bathe  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood ; 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  grave. 
With  thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave. 

4  And  as  we  rise,  with  thee  to  live, 
Oh,  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 
The  sealing  unction  from  above, 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love. 

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194. 


C.  M.  S.  Dyer. 

Administration  of  Baptism. 

[The  first  three  stanzas  should  be  sung  as  an  invoca- 
tion, and  the  others  in  pairs ;  tlie  first  as  tlie  candidate 
is  going  down  into  tfie  water,  and  the  second  when 
isccnding.] 

1  REPENT,  believe,  and  be  baptized, 

The  great  divine  command, 
And  here,  according  to  thy  word, 
•0  Lord,  this  day  we  stand. 

2  The  young,  the  old,  the  middle  aged, 

Here  seek  the  water's  side, 
To  tread  the  path  the  Saviour  trod 
Into  the  yielding  tide.  ^ 

3  Oh,  let  the  Spirit  Dove  descend. 

As  once  o'er  Jordan's  wave, 
And  rest  on  all  who  here  arise 
From  the  baptismal  grave. 


Baptism  of  a  Child. 

1  AT  thy  inviting  words  of  love, 

"Let  children  come  to  me," 
Behold  this  child  believing  comes 
To  give  up  all  for  thee. 

2  Oh,  happy  sight !  when  children  tread 

The  path  of  faith  and  love, 
And  join  that  Iciugdom  here  on  earth       ,. 
"Which  thev  compose  above. 

'  16a 


Baptism  of  a  Youth. 

1  WITH  willing  feet  into  the  stream. 

Descends  this  ardent  youth, 
Thus  to  remember  thee,  0  Lord, 
And  keep  thy  holy  truth. 

2  Emerging  from  the  mystic  grave, 

To  live  a  life  didne. 
Oh,  may  thy  Spirit  guide  the  heart. 
And  make  it  wholly  thine. 


Baptism  of  an  Adult. 

1  HERE  at  the  early  noon  of  life, 

Thy  precepts  to  obey. 
Dear  Saviour,  this  disciple  comes 
To  tread  the  watery  way. 

2  Up  from  the  flood  with  joyful  steps ! 

The  heart  with  rapture  glows ; 
The  cross  well  borne,  now  on  his  way 
The  saint  rejoicing  goes. 


Baptism  of  the  Aged. 

1  AT  the  eleventh  hour,  0  Lord, 

Behold  the  pilgrim  stand  — 
A  rebel  long,  but  come  at  last 
To  honor  thy  commasid. 

2  By  grace  divine  a  child  again, 

Born  never  more  to  die, 
Oh,  feed  the  soul  the  word  sincere. 
In  strength  to  grow  thereby. 
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CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHH*. 

L.  M.  Kkllt. 

'Receiving  Members. 

1  COIVIE  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ; 

Oil,  come  iu  Jesus'  precious  name; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Thy  name,  'tis  hoped,  already  stands 

Within  the  book  of  life  above ; 
And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands. 
In  token  of  fraternal  love. 

3  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 

We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joiued  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

4  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears. 

We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 


5  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat; 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love ; 
Oh,  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 
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CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

L.  M.  Godwin. 

•  "  The  Brethren  received  us  gladly. ^^ 


1  WELC0:ME,  thou  well  beloved  of  God, 
Thou  heir  of  grace,  redeemed  by  blood ; 
Welcome  with  us,  thine  hand  to  join 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine. 

2  With  us  the  pilgrLtn's  state  embrace, 
We're  travelmg  to  a  blissful  place ; 
The  Holy  Ghost,  who  knows  the  way, 
Conducts  thee  on  from  day  to  day. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  bear  it  on, 
It  shall  be  light,  and  not  be  long ; 
Soon  shalt  tho\i  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  wear  an  everlasting  crown. 


197. 


L.   M.  BURNHAM. 

Epistles  —  read  of  all  3Ieny 

1  FIRST  have  these  lovers  of  the  word 
Yielded  their  souls  to  Christ  the  Lord ; 
Now  to  the  church  themselves  they  give  — 
Now  to  the  Saviour  may  they  live. 

2  Lord,  may  these  honored  saints  of  thine 
Ever  upon  thy  breast  recline : 

Thy  name  revere,  thy  word  obey. 
And  oh !  forever  watch  and  pray. 

3  May  they  continue  in  thy  ways. 
Delight  to  pray  —  delight  to  praise  : 
May  they  with  us  abide  in  love, 
And  shortly  soar  to  realms  above, 

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CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

^  QQ  8's.  Baldww, 

li^O.  rj^j^g  u^Iq^  qJ-  Saints. 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties 
As  distance  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  brethren  are  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be. 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Why,  then,  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again? 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart. 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  Oh,  when  shall  we  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
Set  free  from  these  prisons  of  clay. 
United  in  Jesus'  pure  love? 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  aU  his  bright  glories  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah  !  amen  ! 
Amen !  even  so  let  it  be. 
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CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

C.    M.  MoNTGOMEaY, 

A  Welcome  to  Fellowship. 

1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  : 

Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou : 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  friend,  our  brother  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee  : 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless, 

The  heavenly  bread  we  break, — 
Our  Saviour's  blood  and  righteousness,— 
Freely  with  us  partake. 


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L.  M. 

The  Ri(/ht  Hand  of  Fellowship. 

1  BROTHER  in  Christ,  and  well-belovei' - 

To  Jesus  and  his  servants  dear. 
Enter,  and  show  thyself  approved ; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  Welcome  from  earth !  —  Lo,  the  right  hand 

Of  fellowship  to  thee  we  give ! 
With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  stand, 
And  thee  in  Jesus'  name  receive. 

3  Say,  is  thy  heart  resolved  as  ours? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  sacred  love : 
Then  let  it  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
Partaker  of  the  joys  above. 
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CHRISTIAN     FELLOWSHIP. 

L.  M.  Barbauld. 

Christian  Affection. 

1  HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds  ! 
How  glad  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one  I 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  tender  love  !  what  holy  fear ! 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin. 

3  Nor  shall  the  glorious  flame  expire. 
When  dimly  burns  frail  nature's  fire  : 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
And  celebrate  their  Saviour's  love. 


202 


S.  M.  Tawcett. 

Christian  Fellowship. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  ono, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  When  we  asunder  part 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  a  sain. 

its'" 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSmr. 

4  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


203. 


L.  M.  Beddomb. 

Converts  Welcomed. 

1  BELIEVING  souls,  of  Christ  beloved. 

Who  have  yourselves  to  him  resigned, 
Your  faith  and  practice  both  approved, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  shall  find. 

2  Now  saved  from  sin  and  Satan's  wiles, 

Though  by  a  scorning  world  abhorred, 
Now  share  with  us  the  Saviour's  smiles, 
Come  in,  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord. 

3  In  fellowship  we  join  our  hands. 

And  you  an  invitation  give ; 
Unite  with  us  in  sacred  bands ; 
The  pledges  of  our  love  receive. 

4  0  Thou,  who  art  the  church's  head, 

This  union  with  thy  blessing  crown ; 
And  still  revive  and  save  the  dead, 

'Till  thousands  more  thy  name  shall  own. 
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CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSmP. 

C.  M.  Wmlkt 

Brotherly  Love. 

1  BLEST  be  tlie  dear,  uniting  love. 

That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove  — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we'll  go ; 

And  stni  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread. 

And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart. 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place. 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore ; 

When  death  shall  all  be  done  away. 

And  Christians  part  no  more ! 


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C.  M.  Swain 

Brotherhf  Love. 

1  HOW  sweet,  how  heayenly  is  the  sight. 

When  those  that  lofve  the  Lord. 
In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfill  his  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh. 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  son-ow  flows  from  eye  to  eye. 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 
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CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above ; 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows : 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


i^r^^  C.   M.  WxTTi. 

aI/0«  Christian  Earmony. 

1  LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove. 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ,  the  sprinj^ 

Descend  to  every  soul. 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  1 

3  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  Grod  his  mildest  glory  shows. 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 
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CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

CM.  Miller, 

•  Sweetness  of  Christian  Intercourse. 

1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit. 

Cemented,  joined  in  one, 
One  liope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 

3  Lord,  when  thou  makest  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own. 

4  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  graqp. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed. 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


208. 


8's,  7's  &  4's.  S.  Dyer. 

Welcome  to  the  Christian  Race. 


ENTER,  Jesus  bids  thee  welcome, 

In  the  fullness  of  his  grace ; 
With  this  hand  of  love,  we  give  thee 
In  our  hearts  the  warmest  place ; 

Hence  together, 
Let  us  run  the  Christian  race. 
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2  Trials  hard  may  oft  beset  thee, 

Firiner  on  the  armor  brace ; 
Fight  the  fight  —  a  crown  awaits  thee. 
Slacken  not  thy  cheerful  pace ; 

Firm  together, 
Let  us  run  the  Christian  race. 

3  Joys  thou'lt  find  beyond  expression, 

Find  in  Zion's  loved  embrace ; 
Losses  here  are  turned  to  treasures. 
Gladness  smUes  in  sorrow's  face ; 

Aye  together, 
Let  us  run  the  Christian  race. 

4  Come  and  share  our  joys  and  son'ows, 

Zion's  friends  bring  no  disgrace ; 
Blush  not,  then,  to  speak  her  praises. 
Loud  proclaim  her  Saviour's  grace. 

And  together, 
He  wUl  crown  us  in  the  race. 


209. 


L.  M.  Nhwton 

Welcome  to  the  joys  of  Christian  Fellowship. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 
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CHBJSTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communication  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  lo^. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him. 
Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

ZlU.  love  to  the  Church. 

\  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode. 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved, 
With  his  own  precious  blood  : 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall. 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end  : 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
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5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last. 

To  Zion  shall  be  given, 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield. 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


211. 


C.  M.  Sutton. 

The  Christian's  Eojpe. 

1  HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one ; 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 

CHORUS, 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope. 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given  — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven : 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  aU  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot ; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot; 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 
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3  From  Bunnali's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand. 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  apin ; 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  pai-ting  sigh 

Our  future  meeting  knows ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye. 

And  love  immortal  glows. 
0  sacred  hope !  0  blissful  hope ! 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 


212. 


S.  M.  Watts. 

Union  and  Teace. 


1  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace. 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  iouse 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows. 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

€  From  those  celestial  springs 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow. 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings. 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 
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Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 

And  fragrance  filled  the  room. 
Thus,  on  the  heavenly  hills. 

The  saints  are  blest  above. 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distills, 

And  all  the  air  is  love, 


CHREBTIAN  DUTIES  AND  EXERCISES. 

<A-d  Q  I^-  M-  Watts. 

^xO*  fj^g  Qospel  exempl^ed  in  the  Conduct* 

1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied. 
Ambition,  envy,  lust,  and  pride ; 

While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  Iota, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up. 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord. 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word, 

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C.  M.  Wattb. 

God  our  Portion. 


2U. 

1  GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
"When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lor^,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  hefore  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  he  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  hut  thee. 

4  Wtat  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faiut ; 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock. 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold  the  sinners,  that  remove 

Far  imm  thy  presence,  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
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L.  M.  Watw. 

Security  of  the  Believer. 

1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  his  wondrous  grace : 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word. 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope. 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


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C.    M.  WATTi. 

God's  Presence  BeligJdful. 

1  MY  God  !  the  spa-ing  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star. 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 
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3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  sMne 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine. 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  his." 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay. 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Eun  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


217. 


C.-'M.  CowPEH. 

Twrposes  of  God. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
With  blessings  on  your  head. 

3  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
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4  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


5  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain, 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


218. 


S.  M.  Sac.  Sono*. 

Affliction  blessed. 

1  HOW  tender  is  thy  hand, 

0  thou  most  gracious  Lord  ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command, 
And  leave  us  at  ^y  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chastened  us  for  sin  ! 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
Where  deep  distress  had  been  1 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A  Father's  heart  we  knew; 
*Mid  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
And  found  his  word  was  true. 

4  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  strength  confide ; 
Forever  be  his  name  adored. 
For  there  is  none  beside. 
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219. 


L.  M.  rAwcrrr. 

The  Lord  our  Leader. 

1  THUS  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on. 
And  made  Ms  truth  and  mercy  known ; 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam. 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home ; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay. 
And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 

3  Temptations  everywhere  annoy, 

And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

4  My  soul,  with  various  tempests  tossed. 
Her  hopes  o'ertui'ned,  her  projects  crossed; 
Sees,  every  day,  new  straits  attend, 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 


5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know. 
While  in  the  wilderness  below? 

6  'Tis  even  so  thy  faithful  love 

Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall. 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. 
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220. 


C.    M.  TOPLADY. 

Sweetness  of  Submission. 

1  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away  ; — 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whi&pers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above ;  — 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own ; — 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  the  promise  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend ;  — 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Directly,  Lord,  from  thee ! 
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CHEISTIAN   DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 


221. 


C.  M.  Watt*. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 


1  AM  1  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord : 
I'll  bear  the  toU,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise. 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skiea. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
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rtrt*^  9's  &  6's. 

^^^*  Christian  Exultation, 

1  COME  away  to  the  skies  — 
My  beloved,  arise ! 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wert  bom ; 

On  this  festival  day, 

Come  exulting  away. 
And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
"With  our  treasure,  above, 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below ; 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord  — 

We  remember  his  word. 
And,  with  singing,  to  paradise  go. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 
First  created  to  share 

Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  divine : 

Now  created  again, 

That  our  souls  may  remain. 
Both  in  time  and  eternity,  thine. 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

Which  has  joined  us  in  Christ's  precious  name ; 

So  united  in  heart 

That  we  never  can  part  — 
We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

5  There,  oh !  there,  at  his  feet. 
We  shall  joyfully  meet, 

And  be  parted,  in  body,  no  more ; 

We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres. 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour,  in  glory,  adore. 
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6  "  Hallelujah  !" — we  sing. 
To  our  Father  aud  King, 

And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
"  Hallelujah  !" —  again  — 

Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet. 


223. 


S.  M.  WAxm 

Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts. 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peaee, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  rrmove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  reica, 
An«l  sing  his  bleeding  love. 
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g^gy.  C.  M.  Watm. 

^^^»  Salvation  hy  Grace. 

1  LORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults^ 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been ; 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  0  my  soul,  forever  praise, 

Forever  love  his  name, 
"Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree. 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And  justified  by  grace. 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

S.    M.  DoDDRIDCa. 

Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  GRACE  !   'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  tiie  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display. 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  our  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  we  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  fiie  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  our  praise. 


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7's. 
The  Pleasures  of  Religion. 

1  'TIS  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  j 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death,  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ! 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  njy  bliss  shall  never  end. 
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C.  M.  Stekia 

Traycr  for  Snhmission. 
1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Let  this  petition  rise ;  — 

%  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


S.  M  Montgomery 

The  Resolve. 


228. 

1  IN  all  my  ways,  0  God, 

I  would  acknowledge  thee ; 
And  seek  to  keep  my  heart  and  house 
From  all  pollution  free. 

2  "Where'er  I  have  a  tent. 

An  altar  will  I  raise ; 
And  thither  my  oblations  bring. 
Of  humble  prayer  and  praise. 

3  Could  I  my  wish  obtain. 

My  household.  Lord,  should  b« 
"Devoted  to  thyself  alone- 
A  nursery  for  thee. 
I9ti 


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C.  M.  Cowprafc 

WalHriff  with  God. 
1  OH,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 


2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  I 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
,  Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
.  And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
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C.  M.  Steei* 

Succor  implored  in  Spiritual  Conflicts. 


230. 

1  ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope. 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
Oh,  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  lure  my  heart, 

Or  draw  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide. 

6  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way. 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
Trom  happiness  and  thee. 
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S.  P.  M.  Watib. 

Delight  in  the  House  of  God. 

1  HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Ceme,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 

In  thee  oui"  tribes  appear. 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gcepel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here ; 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad ; 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad. 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait. 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest ; 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace. 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest. 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode. 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 
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CM.  Addibon. 

Gratitude. 

1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise 
But,  oh,  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
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8's.  Bath  Cot. 

Oxer  Salvation  in  Trouble. 

1  0  THOU  whose  compassionate  care 

Forbids  my  fond  heart  to  complain, 
Now  graciously  teach  me  to  bear 
The  weight  of  affliction  and  pain. 

2  Though  cheerless  my  days  seem  to  flow, 

Though  weary  and  wakeful  my  nights, 
What  comfort  it  gives  me  to  know 
'Tis  the  hand  of  a  Father  that  smites  ! 

3  A  tender  physician  thou  art, 

"Who  woundest  in  order  to  heal. 
And  comfort  divine  dost  impart 
To  soften  the  anguish  we  feel. 

4  Oh,  let  this  correction  be  blest. 

And  answer  thy  gracious  design ; 
Then  grant  that  my  soul  may  find  rest 
In  comforts  so  healing  as  thine. 


^wj  .  L.  M.  Watts. 

£o±»  J  Sight  of  God. 

1  UP  tc  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

And  living  waters  gently  roll. 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly. 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Oh,  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 

The  glories  of  the  eternal  skies. 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be, 
HoAV  despicable  to  my  eyes  ! 
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3  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanisli  soon ; 
Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

4  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave— 

I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 

"While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roac. 

3  Great  All  in  All,  Eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

L.  M.  Watts. 

Holy  Aspirations. 

1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  ray  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn! 
Let  noise  aad  vanity  be  gone : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 
My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 
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CHRISTIAN  DUTIES  AND  EXERCISES. 

C.  M.  Watm. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  I  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name  — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  ray  soul  a  place. 


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C.  M.  Watts. 

•  Harthly  pleasures  dangerous. 

1  HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Shine  with  deceiving  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 
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3  Our  dearest  joys,  our  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood,  — 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love. 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense ! 
'Tis  there  the  warm  affections  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food, 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 


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C.  M.  Beddomi- 

Imitation  of  Christ. 

1  IN  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 

Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I'd  trace; 
As  thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do. 
Depending  on  thy  grace. 

2  Inflamed  with  zeal,  'twas  thy  delight 

To  do  thy  Father's  will ; 
Oh,  may  that  zeal  my  soul  excite 
Thy  precepts  to  fulfill. 

3  Unsullied  meekness,  truth,  and  love, 

Through  all  thy  conduct  shine ; 
Oh,  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 
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239. 


8's  &  7's.  T0M4AOT. 

Frayer  for  Light, 


1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death. 
Come,  and  by  thy  love  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise. 

Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart. 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransomed  race ; 

Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

5  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compssion, 

0  thou  mUd.  pacific  Prince  ! 

(Jive  the  knowledge  of  salvation. 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 

6  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit. 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


CHRISTIAN   DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

<^  I /v  C.  M.  Wattb. 

^iiUt    Coldness  and  Inconstancy  lamented. 

1  LONG  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
And  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word ! 

2  How  cold  and  feeble. is  our  love  ! 

How  negligent  our  fear  ! 
How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

3  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  each  heart, 
And  make  us  learn  thy  grace. 

4  vShow  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
"Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


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S.  M.  Watts 

Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

1  COME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord. 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place ; 
Seligion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES    AND   EXERCISE*. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  faii'er  worlds  on  high. 


242, 


S.  M.  Beddomk. 

Jesus  Weft" 


1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 
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243. 


7's.  COWPK*. 

Trials. 

1  'TIS  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know. 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall, 

Yet  with  humble  faith  I  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all  — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  God  in  Israel  sows  the  seed 

Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil : 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weed. 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soiJL 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet, 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 

5  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

Nor  afflictions  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  in  reason  fear, 
I  should  prove  a  castaway? 

6  Sinners  may  escape  the  rod, 

Sunk  in  earthly  vain  delight; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
Ought  not,  would  not,  if  he  might, 
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CHRISTIAN  DUTIES   AND  EXERCISES. 

S.    M.  DODDRIDG*. 

The  Christian  a  Watcher. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each,  iu  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
Eor  awful. is  his  name. 

3  Watch  !  —  'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near, 
Mark  every  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  i-apture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


245. 


S.  M.  Heath. 

The  Soldier  on  his  Guard. 


1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldlv  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

3  Ne'er  tliink  tlie  victory  wou. 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath. 
To  his  divine  abode. 


246. 


CM.  Steele, 

Christ's  hit er cession. 

1  HE  lives !  the  great  Redeemer  lives ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  1 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
He  pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  dark,  despairing  thoughts,* 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise ; 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES, 

6's,  4's  &  7's.  S.  Dyer. 

Christian  Mariner. 

1  MY  bark  is  on  the  deep 

Where  billows  roar, 
And  high  the  wild  winds  sweep,  • 

The  waves  so  toar : 
Yet  my  bark  shall  safely  ride 
O'er  the  dark  and  stormy  tide, 
With  Jesus  at  my  side, 

I  fear  no  more ! 

2  What  though  loud  thunders  roll, 

And  lightning's  blaxe 
Is  seen  from  pole  to  pole, 

It  ne'er  dismays ; 
For,  through  all  the  gloomy  night 
Bethlehem's  Star  will  give  me  light, 
To  guide  my  bark  aright 

To  endless  days ! 


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C.    M.  DODDRIDGK. 

The  Christian  Race. 

1  AWAKE,  my  sonl,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  your  zeal. 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all -animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  mine  aspiring  eye. 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Holds  thee  in  full  survey ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun ; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  honors  down. 


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8's,  7's  &  4's.  AnoN: 

Pleading  the  Fromise, 
1  GENTLY,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears ; 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears  : 

Oh,  refresh  us  — 
Oh,  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us. 
From  without  and  from  within 
esus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin : 

Therefore  praise  him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee. 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road. 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  — 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God : 

Thei-efore  praise  him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES   AND   EXERCISK8. 

:  Oh.  that  I  could  now  adore  him 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And,  uueeajiug.  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join? 


250. 


ll's  &  8'S.  SWAJN. 

The  Glori/  of  Christ. 

1  0  TITOU  in  Trhose  presence  my  soul  takes  delightj 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy  sheep 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep. 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  Oh,  why  should  I"  wander  an  alien  from  thee. 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen, 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  ha?  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

5  This  is  my  Beloved ;  his  form  is  divine ; 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  yiaa, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 

6  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  how  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
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QK^  ll's  &  lO's.  Anon 

^OX»      j^/i^g  Jjord  is  my  Sheiiherd. 

1  THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd ;  he  makes  me  repose 

Where  the  pastures  ia  beauty  are  growing ; 

He  leads  me  afar  from  the  world  and  its  woes, 

Where  in  peace  the  still  waters  are  flowing. 

2  He  strengthens  my  spirit,  he  shows  me  the  path 

Where  the  arms  of  his  love  shall  enfold  me ; 
And  when  I  walk  through  the  dark  valley  of  death. 
His  rod  and  his  staff  will  uphold  me  ! 


252. 


ll's.  KiRKHAM. 

The  'Firm  Foundation. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  every  condition  —  in  sickness,  in  health ; 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  : 

At  home  and  abroad  ;  on  the  land,  on  the  sea —  [be. 
"  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever 

8  "Fear  not  —  I  am  with  thee;  oh,  be  not  dismayed! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  wfll  still  give  thee  aid  — 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand,    [stand. 

4  "When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go. 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  Mill  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

6  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie^ 
My  grace,  all-suificient,  shall  be  thy  supply: 
The  tame  shall  not  hurt  thee  —  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
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"  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prova 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

'•'  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  still  leans  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  7iever  forsake." 


253. 


lO's  &  9's.  S.  Dyer. 

Illusions  of  Life. 

1  SOFT  and  light  o'er  the  soul  are  now  gliding 

Bright  illusions  of  joys  yet  to  be. 
While  the  heart,  in  their  truth  all  confiding. 

On  the  glad  wings  of  hope  mounts  so  free; 
As  the  sun  in  the  morn  clearly  beaming, 

Throws  a  halo  of  light  o'er  the  scene, 
So  the  morning  of  life  sheds  a  gleaming 

On  the  pathway  of  youth,  fresh  and  green. 

2  Oft  when  hopes  have  been  blest  by  enjoying, 

And  our  toiling  and  sorrow  seemed  o'er,' 
We  still  found  but  a  phantom  decoying 

By  allurements  to  grieve  us  the  more. 
E'en  the  brightest  may  shine  for  deceiving ; 

All  that's  richest  will  oft  bring  a  snare  ; 
What  seems  truest  may  still,  to  our  grievinft 

But  more  surely  lead  on  to  despair ! 

8  All  on  earth  is  illusive  and  fleeting^ 

Never  blessing  when  most  'tis  ergoyed ; 
Though  we  try  to  improve  by  repeating, 

Yet  the  soul  is  still  empty  when  cloyed. 
But  the  hopes  of  the  just  all  depending 

On  those  treasures  which  Christ  has  in  stoxo^ 
When  with  Him  up  to  glory  ascending. 
They'll  be  snared  by  illusions  no  more! 
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254. 


ll's.  Anon. 

Our  Shepherd. 

1  THE  Lord  is  our  shepherd,  our  guardian  and  guide. 
Whatever  we  want  he  will  kindly  provide ; 

To  the  sheep  of  his  pasture  his  mercies  abound, 
His  care  and  protection  his  tlock  will  surround. 

2  The  Lord  is  our  shepherd ;  what  then  shall  we  fear  ? 
What  danger  can  frighten  while  he  is  so  near? 
Xor  when  the  time  calls  us  to  walk  through  the  vale 
Of  the  shadow  of  death,  shall  our  hearts  ever  fail. 

S  Though  afraid  of  ourselves,  to  pursue  the  dark  way. 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  be  our  comfort  and  stay : 
For  we  know  by  thy  guidance,  when  once  it  is  past, 
To  a  fountain  of  liife  it  will  bring  us  at  last. 

4  The  Lord  is  become  our  salvation  and  song; 
His  blessings  have  followed  as  life  floats  along; 
His  name  will  we  praise  with  our  last  fleeting  breath ; 
Be  cheerful  in  life,  and  be  happy  in  death. 


iy^y  ll's  &  lO's.  Moore. 

■^*^^*  Invitation  to  the  Mercy-seat. 

1  COME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish: 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  yotiT 
anguish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  ctire. 

*  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above ; 
Come  to  the  ieast  of  love ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove 
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256. 


ll's.  Anon. 

Heaven  the  Christian'' s  Home. 

1  'MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaimta, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home! 

'1  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace; 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease: 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free. 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

Oh,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions,  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

6  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh,  give  me  thy  grace. 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Inspire  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 


i^-'P^  7's.  Newton, 

■^'^  *  •  Spiritual  Depression. 

1  ONCE  I  thouglit  my  mountain  strong, 
Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love ; 
Those  were  happy  golden  days. 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 
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2  Little  then  myself  T  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour ! 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight; 
Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive ; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole. 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

<^KQ  C.  M.         Ch.  Psalmody. 

^OQj»  Desires  for  Holiness. 

1  OH,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
"While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day. 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give. 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blessed  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart. 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 
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7's.  An  ox. 

When  shall  we  meet  7 

1  WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign. 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled. 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead. 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade. 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid,— 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


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S.  M. 
Ch ristian  IFa tch fulness . 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dyiug  soul  to  save. 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  master  s  will ! 
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3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care. 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  thus  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  good  account  to  give ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


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S.  M.  Watts. 

Security  and  Comfort  in  God. 

1  WHEN,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heai-t  within  me  dies, 

Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 

To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh,  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head. 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defense. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 
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7's  Nkwtom. 

Assurance  Desired. 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thouglit, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  Lis,  or  am  J  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus"? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  Lame. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain. 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's. love? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 

Sin  is  mixed  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  mil, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did'notloveat  all? 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet. 

Choose  the  way  I  once  abhorred,    • 
rind  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  I*ord? 
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\  Jjord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun. 
Shine  upon  the  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

^,  r\  L.  M.  Addison, 

wMO*  Jehovah  the  Shepherd  of  his  People. 
1  THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply. 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

Q  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shad*. 
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4  Tkougli  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray. 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile  j 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


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L.    M.  DODDRIDCB. 

Living  to  Christ. 

1  MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee  — 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 
'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see. 
And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  sigh  for  worldly  joy. 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  soimdiug  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live  — 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless. 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more. 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  saving  love,  his  glorious  power 
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CM.  HoLMAfi 

Prayer  for  TJnity, 

1  LORD,  in  thy  presence  here  we  meet ; 

May  we  in  thee  be  found  ! 
Oh,  make  the  place  divinely  sweet. 
Oh,  let  thy  grace  abound. 

2  To-day  the  order  of  thy  house 

We  would  in  peace  maintain ; 

We  would  renew  our  solemn  vows, 

And  heavenly  strength  regain. 

3  Thy  spirit,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase ; 
Display  thy  love  in  every  heart, 
And  keep  us  all  in  peace. 

4  Let  no  discordant  passions  rise 

To  mar  the  work  of  love ; 
But  hold  us  in  those  heavenly  ties 
That  bind  the  saints  above. 

5  With  harmony  and  nnion  bless. 

That  we  may  own  to  thee 
How  good,  how  sweet,  how  pleasant  'tk 
When  brethren  all  agree. 

6  May  Zion's  good  be  kept  in  view, 

And  bless  our  feeble  aim, 
That  all  we  undertake  to  do. 
May  glorify  thy  name. 
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6ynn  L-  M.  Watt» 

aDD.     Following  the  Example  of  Christ. 

J  MY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  ia  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will. 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


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7's.  Cennick 

Singing  on  the  Way. 
1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

2  Shout  ye  little  flock,  and  blest. 
You  uear  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared. 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

3  0  ye  banished  seed  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes. 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee ! 


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C.    M.  COWPER. 

Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day  ; 
Oh,  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
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4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

,5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


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L.  M.  Watts, 

Religion  vain  without  Love. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use. 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell,  — 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove,  — 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor,  — 

Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name,  — 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

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S.  M.  Watts. 

Daily  Devotion. 

LET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  of  death ; 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  Grod, 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 


2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  eveiy  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

0  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners   perish   in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  wUl. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stancU, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 
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CM.  Haweis. 

Lord,  remember  Me. 

1  0  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee. 
Oh,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  If,  for  thy  sake,  upon  my  name, 

Shame  and  reproach  shaU  be, 
A.11  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame  ! 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  When  worn  ^vith  pain,  disease  and  grief. 

This  feeble  body  see ; 
Grant  patience,  rest:  and  kind  relief; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

6  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

I  wait  thy  just  decree. 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath. 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

7  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee. 
Then  with  the  saints,  at  thy  right  hand, 
Grood  Lord,  remember  me. 
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272. 


L.  M.  Watts. 

Blessedness  of  worshiping  God  in  Tiis  Temple. 

1  HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  ray  spirit  faints 

To  meet  the  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  j 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints,  who  dwell  on  high. 
Around  thy  throne,  above  the  sky; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength ;  and,  through  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  God 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

A.nd  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 
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273 


CHRISTIAN'    DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

C.  M.  Steele. 

•        Making  God  a  Refuge. 

1  DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail. 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee ! 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


274. 


5's  &  6's. 
Praise  to  the  Saviour. 
1  YE  sei-vants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name ; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES   AND   EXZRCISM. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have : 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne. 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honor  the  Son ; 
To  Jesus  loud  praises 

The  angels  proclaim. 
Fall  down  on  their  faces. 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

i  Then  let  us  adore. 

And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power. 

And  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above. 
And  thanks  never-ceasing. 

And  infinite  love. 

.^  C.    M.  DODDRIDGB. 

^*     Jestis  precioiis  to  Believers. 
1  J'SISUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name; 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Jam  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 
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2  Yes.  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 
My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


3  All  my  capacious  powex-s  can  wish. 

In  thee  most  richly  meet : 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  laJjoring  breath ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


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8"s.  Newton, 

Lonrjing  fo^  Christ. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  horn's, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  theii*  sweetness  to  me  : 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him,  i 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
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8  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume. 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh. 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I,  — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind : 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song. 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky^ 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore. 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


277. 


C.  M.  Newton. 

Mournini/  over  departed  Comforts. 
1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt. 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
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2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails. 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals. 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Kise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 

Oh,  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


278 


C.  M.  WATWt 

Confidence  in  Eope. 

1  "WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear," 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled. 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES  AND   EXERCISES. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall. 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 


4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


279. 


C.  M.  C.  Weslet. 

Purity  of  Heart. 


1  OH,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me. 


2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


3  Oh,  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES  AND   EXERCISES. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 


280. 


C.  M.  Anon 

Sweet  Land  of  Rest. 

1  SWEET  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh  : 
When  will  the  moment  come. 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  down, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know- 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  : 
This  world  's  a  wilderness  of  woe- 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 


3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest 
He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
But  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast. 
And  he  'd  conduct  me  home. 


4  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 
This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
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281, 


CHRISTIAN   DUTIES  AND  EXERCISES. 

L.M.  Watts 

The  Dreadful  End. 

1  LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I» 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine! 

2  But  oh,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  : 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Their  fancied  joys  how  fast  they  flee! 

Just  like  a  dream  when  one  awakes  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


282, 


C.  P.  M.  Anow 

The  Gracious  Visit. 


1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden's  come, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive ; 
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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES  AND   EXERCISES. 

Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine^ 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  alive. 


2  Behold,  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
With  springs  of  water  doth  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
The  garden  all  with  beauty  glows. 

When  party  zeal  is  gone. 

3  The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun. 

Your  sins  he  will  forgive  ; 
Oh,  taste  and  see  free  grace  declare 
For  all  mankind,  who  willing  are 

To  come  to  Christ  and  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  piteous  and  kind  ; 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ; 
None  are  too  bad,  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went. 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  If  sinners  only  knew  the  Lord, 
And  were  acquainted  with  his  word, 

His  sweet  forgiving  love, 
They  'd  rush   through  storms  of  erery 

kind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  things  behind. 
To  gain  a  crown  above. 
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283 


CHRISTIAN   DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

C.  M.  Watti. 

Delight  in  the  House  of  God. 

1  HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day !  " 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church  adorned  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest, 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell  — 
Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES    AXD   EXERCISES. 

g\Qt  C.  M.  Anon. 

^Ot*  Assurance  of  Hope. 

1  THE  world  may  change  from  old  to  new, 

From  ucw  to  old  again  ; 
Yet  hope  and  heaven,  forever  true, 
Within  man's  heart  remain. 

2  The  dreams  that  bless  the  weary  soul. 

The  struggles  of  the  strong, 
Are  steps  toward  some  happy  goal, 
The  story  of  hope's  song. 

3  Hope  leads  the  child  to  plant  the  flower. 

The  man  to  sow  the  seed  ; 
Nor  leaves  fulfillment  to  her  hour, 
But  prompts  again  to  deed. 

4  And  ere  upon  the  old  man's  dust 

The  grass  is  seen  to  wave, 
We  look  through  fallen  tears,  —  to  trust 
Hope's  sunshine  on  the  grave. 

5  Oh,  no  !  it  is  no  flattering  lure. 

No  fancy,  weak  or  fond, 
When  hope  would  bid  us  rest  secure 
In  better  life  beyond. 

6  Nor  loss,  nor  shame,  nor  grief,  nor  sin. 

Her  promise  may  gainsay  ; 
The  voice  Divine  hath  spoke  -svithin. 
And  God  did  ne'er  betray. 
Q  241 


285 


CHRISTIAN   DUTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

C.  M.  Wattb. 

Following  departed  Worthies. 

1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  bathed  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 

They  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  given ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Shows  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


286 


S.  M.  C.  Wkslet, 

The  Soldier  armed. 
1  SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise. 
And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 
Through  his  beloved  Son. 
242 


CHMSTIAN    DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power ; 
He  who  in  his  Redeemer  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

■  "With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
Take  you,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  Then  when  your  work  is  done, 

'.ad  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  shall  o'ercome,  through  Christ  slaae. 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  Stand  then  against  your  foes 

In  close  and  firm  array ; 

Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppose, 

Throughout  the  evil  day. 

6  But  meet  the  sons  of  night, 

Oppose  their  vain  design ; 
Armed  in  the  arms  of  heavenly  light. 
Of  righteousness  divine. 

7  Leave  no  ungxiarded  place. 

No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace. 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

8  Ever  together  join'^d. 

To  battle  all  proceed  : 
Arm  you  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 
That  was  in  Christ  your  head. 
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287 


CHRISTIAN   DUTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

6's  &  4's.         S.  F.  Smith. 
My  Country's  God. 

1  MY  country  !  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country  !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love ; 
T  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills : 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

liike  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song ; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God  !  to  thee. 

Author  of  liberty ! 

To  thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  1 
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288 


CHRISTIAN   DDTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

C.  M.  Steele. 

Pardoning  Love. 

1  HOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart. 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return !" 

Dear  Lord,,  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
Oh,  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  yet  forgire. 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 

And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 

To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
Oh,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

L.  M.  Hart. 

289.  The  Stomj  Heart. 

1  OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 

To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away. 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 

The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake, 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  siga. 
But  this  unfecing  heart  of  mine, 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES   AND   EXERCISES. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 

Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line. 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear. 

Amazing  thought !  which  devils  fear ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed, 

And  that  dear  something  much  I  need ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 


290 


8's.  COWPER. 

Longing  to  he  with  Christ. 

1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh,  bear  me,  ye  cherubims,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom,  absent,  I  love ; 

"Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion  and  power,  — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Oh,  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 
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CHRISTIAN   DUTIES    AND   EXERCISES. 

4  When  that  happy  era  hegins, 

"When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline,  — 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured; 
I  shall  see  him  whom,  absent,  I  loved, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 


291. 


L.  M.  Watti. 

TJie  Backslider'' s  Supplication. 


1  0  THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry. 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look. 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within. 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore. 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
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^Qt^  P.  M.  Anon. 

^X/Zi»  Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

1  OUR  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by ; 

From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
Hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 
And  to  Canaan  we'll  return,  by  and  by. 

2  Our  Deliverer  will  come,  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end. 
With  our  three  score  years  and  ten, 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by. 

3  Though  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on ; 

Though  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 
Lo  !  Sinai's  God  is  near. 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on. 

4  By  Marah's  bitter  streams,  we'll  go  on ; 

Though  Becca's  vale  be  dry, 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply. 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine,  we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood  we  are  come, 

Jehovah  rules  the  tide. 
And  the  waters  he'll  divide. 
And  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout,  we  are  comAt 

6  Then  friends  shall  meet  a^ain,  who  haye  loved; 

Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet. 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have  loved* 

T    Then,  with  all  the  happy  throng,  we'll  rejoice, 
Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity  we'll  rejoice. 
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i\(\Q  8'S.  TOPLADY. 

M^UO*  Faith  fainting. 

1  ENCOMPASSED  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

Aud  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  : 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 
All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  thy  terror  shall  cease ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace  — 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art : 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower; 
Oh,  visit  and  gladden  my  heart ; 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 


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8's  &  7's.  Anon. 

Glorying  in  Christ. 

GOD  forbid  that  I  shoidd  glory, 

Save  in  Christ  the  crucified, 
Or  should  blush  to  tell  the  story, 

How  for  sinners  Jesus  died. 
Let  the  rich  display  their  treasures, 

Let  them  boast  how  bright  they  shine, 
I  will  never  seek  their  pleasures, 

"While  the  dear  Redeemer's  mine. 
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2  Though  from  kings  I  had  descended, 

And  could  boast  of  noblest  birth, 
Though  my  brilliant  fame  extended 

Far  and  wide  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Though  the  utmost  stores  of  learning, 

All  were  treasured  in  my  mind ; 
From  the  w^hole  with  gladness  turning. 

All  my  joy  in  Christ  I'd  find. 

3  What  is  all  the  wealth  of  nations? 

What  their  glittering  pomp  and  power? 
What  the  most  exalted  stations, 

In  the  sinner's  dying  hour? 
When  the  world  is  fast  retreating. 

Greatest  gains  appear  but  loss : 
When  the  parting  breath  is  fleeting, 

Nought  can  cheer  but  Calvary's  cross. 

4  Let  me  hear  my  Saviour  saying, 

"  I'll  be  wdth  thee  to  the  end; 
I  will  answer  thee  when  praying, 

I  will  prove  thy  faithful  friend:" 
Then,  though  all  the  world  forsake  me, 

111  rejoice  in  Christ  my  Lord ; 
Soon,  from  sufferings  freed,  he'll  take  mo 

To  enjoy  a  full  reward. 

5  When  at  last  from  earth  I'm  shrinking, 

When  my  pulses  feebly  beat, 
When  in  death's  cold  arms  I'm  sinking, 

Then  with  joy  I'll  still  repeat — 
God  forbid  that  I  should  glory. 

Save  in  Christ  the  crucified ; 
Still  in  death  I'll  tell  the  story, 

How  for  sinners  Jesus  died. 
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7's.  Newtow 

Mary  at  the  Tomb. 

1  MARY,  to  the  Saviour's  tomb. 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought,  aud  sweet  perfume. 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone  : 
For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  suqjrise, 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled, 

"When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead. 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make. 

Turning  darkness  into  day  1 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

296.  C.  M.  MoRRii 

Thy  Will  be  Done. 

1  SEARCHER  of  hearts !  from  mine  erase 
All  thoughts  that  should  not  be, 
And  in  its  deep  recesses  trace 
My  gratitude  to  thee. 

%  Hearer  of  prayer !  Oh,  guide  aright 
Each  word  and  deed  of  mine ; 
Life's  battle  teach  me  how  to  fight, 
And  be  the  victory  thine. 

2ol 


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CHRISTIAN    DUTIES    AND    EXERCISES, 

3  Giver  of  all — for  evei*y  good 

In  the  Redeemer  came — 
For  shelter,  raiment,  and  for  food, 
I  thank  thee  in  His  name. 

4  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Thou  glorious  Three  in  One ! 
Thou  knowest  best  wiuit  I  need  most, 
And  let  thy  will  be  done. 

CM.  Heber* 

Earhj  Ri'Ugion 

1  BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  ril 

How  fair  the  lily  grows  • 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill. 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet. 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturcr  age 
"Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion  s  rage. 

5  0  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death. 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 
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<jQQ  L.  M.  Watts. 

Zt/0«  The  Eeavenhj  Race. 

1  AWAKE,  our  souls;  away,  our  fears; 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone; 
Awake,  aud  run  the  heavenly  race. 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint ;  — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young. 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

OiU"  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply; 
While  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

s\f\(\  8's  &-  6's.  Ahom 

JiUfJ*  Christ's  Eif/ht  Hand. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  comt 
To  call  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 

Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  Ihy  right  hand? 

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2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought? 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

"When  thou  for  them  shalt  call ! 

3  Prevent  it.  Lord,  by  thy  rich  grace ; 
Be  thou  my  soul's  sure  hiding  place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  : 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh  let  me  hear. 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray.     . 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shal'.  sound, 

And  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  siug. 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


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C.  M.  Anon. 

Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

1  OH,  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  woe, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs? 
Kepentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  groaned  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 
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3  Oh !  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucified  my  God ; 
Those  sius  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die ; 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  wUl  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  WhUe,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 

And  slay  the  murderers  too. 


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5's  &  6's.  Newton. 

•  Unbelief  Banished. 

1  BEGONE  unbelief  1 

My  Saviour  is  near ; 
And  for  my  relief 

WUl  surely  appear ; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 

[  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Determined  to  save, 

He  watched  o'er  my  path. 
When  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death ; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name. 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me. 

To  put  me  to  shame? 
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3  Though  dark  be  my  way, 
Siuce  he  is  my  guide, 

'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide  ; 
His  way  was  much  rougher, 

And  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine? 

4  His  love  in  time  past, 
Forbids  me  to  think, 

He'll  leave  me  at  last 

In  trouble  to  siuk  ; 
Though  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  oh,  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song  1 

L.  M.  Anom 

Christ  the  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  I  THINK  not  of  the  starry  crown. 

Or  robes  the  saints  in  glory  wear ; 
'Twere  heaven  enough  to  bow  me  down, 
BefoiTe  mj  Saviour,  Jesus,  there. 

2  I  think  not  of  those  hai-ps  whose  notes 

Swell  sweetly  o'er  the  heavenly  plains; 
The  Saviour's  voice  in  music  floats, 
In  richer,  sweeter,  dearer  strains. 

3  I  think  not  of  those  golden  streets, 

Where  arches  rise  o'er  pearly  gates; 
Or  mansions  in  whose  blissful  seats, 
Best  for  the  weary  pilgrim  waits. 
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4  But  oh,  the  Saviour's  face  to  see, 

The  blest  Redeemer's  voice  to  hear; 
To  be  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

The  Tempter's  wiles  no  more  to  fear : 

5  To  feel  immortal  vigor  fill 

My  soul,  and  quicken  every  power ; 
On  angel's  wing  to  do  his  will, 
And  with  a  seraph's  love  adore. 


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C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  a  merciful  High  Friest. 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 

His  heart  is  full  of  tenderness  ; 

His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within. 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  meaa. 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power, 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace. 
In  each  distressing  hour. 
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C.    M.  COWPER. 

Submission. 


304. 

1  0  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command. 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  No  !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld. 
Nor  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through. 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 


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8's  &  7's.  C.  WEf.Liy 

Desirinff  Sanctif  cation. 
1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion  ; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart, 
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8  Breathe,  oli,  breathe  thy  Holy  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest : 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning  ; 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning ; 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  C^ry  on  thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


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CM.  HosKiNa. 

Joy  in  the  Conversion  of  Sinners. 

1  OH.  how  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord, 

"When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive, 

By  his  all-quickening  word. 

2  The  parent  views  with  joyful  eyes, 

His  now  returning  son, 
And.  lost  in  grateful  rapture,  cries. 
What  hath  the  Saviour  done? 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive ; 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice. 
And  in  his  name  believe. 
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4  The  chuich  of  God  their  praises  joiHj 

And  of  salvation  sing  ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

5  But  greater  joy  mnst  they  possess. 

Who  feel  this  gloj-ious  change; 
Their  laboring  tongues  can  but  express, 
How  true,  and  yet  how  strange ! 


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8's  &  7's.  Awoii 

The  Female  Filffrim. 

1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 

CHORUS. 

No!  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom ; 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
Hallelujah  !  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Traveling  through  this  lonely  void ; 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me, 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  Guide, 
Oh,  I'm  hound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  Guide !  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise ; 
If  some  guardian  power  defend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes  : 

Oh,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 
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i  Yes,  unseen  —  but  still  believe  me, 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end  : 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee. 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale ; 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee. 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail? 

No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &e. 

6  No :  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful ; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  eud. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &€. 

7  While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  vale  she  plunged  from  sight ; 
Gazing  still,  1  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light ! 
Oh,  she's  scone  to  the  kingdom, — 
Will  you  foUow  her  to  glory?  &c. 


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8's  &  7's.  An0N. 

Prai/er  for  Christ's  Return. 
1  LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
Come,  oh,  come  !  aud  reign  forever, 
God  of  Love,  and  Prince  of  peace  j 
Visit,  now,  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep. 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep, 
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2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas  —  none  agree ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us ; 

Help  us.  Lord,  to  follow  thee; 
Theu  we'll  rush  through  what  encmnhers. 

Over  every  hindrance  leap ; 
Not  kept  back  by  force  or  numbers  — 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit  — 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

"Which  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth ; 
On  thy  gospel  we  will  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour  — 

Oh  !  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

f  AQ  C.  M.  Rippon's  Col 

'^*J»     Prayer  for  the  Removal  of  Judgments. 
\  ALMIGHTY  Lord  !  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  pardning  grace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments  from  thy  heavy  hand. 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land. 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  aud  shame  ! 
"What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin. 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  I 
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4  Oh,  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

We  ■vnll  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 


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5's  &  8's.      S.  Dyer,  in  part 
'Farewell  to  mxj  Some." 

FAREWELL  to  my  home. 
To  all  thy  scenes  I  bid  adieu, 

And  far  distant  roam 
From  those  I  love  with  heart  so  true. 
A  father's  eye  with  watchful  care, 
A  mother's  love  will  not  be  there ; 
No  brother's  aid  will  now  be  near, 
Nor  sister's  smUes  my  heart  to  cheer ; 

Yet  trusting  in  God, 
Though  far  away,  I  will  not  fear. 

Farewell  to  my  home, 
To  all  thy  scenes  I  bid  adieu. 

And  far  distant  roam  ; 
E'en  now  thy  hills  fade  from  my  view. 
Oh !  think  of  me  at  evening's  hour. 
When  gathering  round  the  altar  there, 
Wben  holy  thoughts  ascend  in  prayer, 
And  holy  sounds  float  on  the  air ; 

Then,  trusting  in  God, 
Though  far  away,  I  will  not  fear 
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Farewell  to  my  home. 
To  all  I  bid  a  loug  adieu, 

And  far  distant  roam, 
Thy  cherished  scenes  no  more  to  view„ 
When  life's  dark  sea  is  safely  o'er, 
I'll  hail  with  joy  that  blissful  shore. 
Where  falls  no  more  the  parting  tear, 
Nor  sad  farewell  breaks  on  the  ear ; 

Where,  trusting  in  God, 
The  soul  will  ne'er  know  aught  of  fear. 


311. 


8's  &  7's,  Robinson. 

The  Fount  of  Blessing. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  j 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sounet. 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount  —  oh,  fix  me  on  it. 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

s 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  Tm  come; 
And  J  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger. 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
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3  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  tliat  svace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love ; 
Here's  my  heart;  Lord,  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Q-t(y  Ij-  M.  Anon. 

tjlZ*  Take  up  thy  Cross. 

1  TAKli  up  thy  cross  !  the  Saviour  said. 

If  thou  wouldst  my  disciple  be ; 
Take  up  thy  cross  with  willing  heart, 
And  humbly  follow  after  me. 

2  Take  up  thy  cross  !  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm ; 
My  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  thy  heart  and  nerve  thy  arm. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross  !  nor  heed  the  shame, 

And  let  thy  foolish  pride  be  still; 
Thy  Lord  did  not  refuse  to  die 
Upon  a  ci'oss  on  Calvary's  hill, 

4  Take  up  thy  cross  !  then,  in  his  strength, 

And  calmly,  sin's  wild  deluge  brave; 
'Twill  guide  thee  to  a  better  home, 
It  points  to  bliss  beyond  the  grave. 

5  Take  up  thy  cross  !  and  follow  me, 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down ; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross, 

May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 
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313. 


C.  M.  Sac.  Poetry 

Sincerity  in  Frayer. 

1  LORD,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own. 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits,  pitying,  see , 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee, 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  "When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

Oh,  let  our  wills  resign. 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness,  still. 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 


314. 


7's.  Swain. 

We  shall  soon  be  at  Home. 

BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end  ; 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shaU.  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 
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2  In  our  way,  a  thousand  snares 
Lie  to  take  us  unawares ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
"^Tatches  each  unguarded  heart; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free. 
Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home.** 

3  But  cf  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
J^'oue  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  tJie  foes  that  dwell  within ; 

Yet,  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Chx'ist  shall  also  conquer  these ; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 


315. 


7's  &  6's.  Anon. 

Shall  we  only  render  Words? 

1  "WHEN,  his  salvation  biinging. 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 
Hosanna  to  his  name. 

2  Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

3  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still ; 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill : 
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4  "We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne ; 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Hosanna 
To  David's  royal  Son." 

5  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise. 
The  stoues,  our  silence  shaming. 
Might  well  hosanna  raise. 

6  But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No  !  while  oui-  hearts  are  tender, 
They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 


316. 


7'S  &  6'S.  CEi<NI«S. 

The  Christian  Tilgrimage. 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  • 

Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  all  terrestrial  things 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun  and  moon,  and  stai-s,  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sunj 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
"Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
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3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mouru ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  vvill  return. 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

^^  „  L.  M.  S.  Dtm. 

^^  *  •  The  Way  of  Ufe. 

1  I  WOULD  not  have  life's  pathway  smooth, 

And  always  glowing  'neath  the  light. 
Nor  feast  the  ravished  eyes  on  scenes 
"Where  beauty  fUls  the  enraptured  sight. 

2  No,  I  would  choose  at  times  to  climb 

O'er  rugged  ways  and  mountains  drear. 
And  look  en  skies  where  whirling  clouds 
Amid  the  darkling  storm  appear. 

3  All  earth's  bright  ways  show  God  is  good, 

And  this  should  raise  the  heart  above ; 
But  when  he  smiles  'mid  storm  and  night, 
Ah  !  then  we  know  that  "  God  is  love,''* 

4  I  would  not  have  life's  way  to  end, 

But  at  the  portals  of  the  grave  — 
If  we  sought  not  the  Saviour  there, 

We  neer  should  know  his  power  to  sav© 

5  Then  let  the  monster  death  appear. 

My  soul  shall  bless  the  dying  strife. 
And  gladly  drop  its  load  of  clay. 
To  mount  with  jov  the  way  of  life  I 
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318, 


ll's.  Anon. 

The  Church  victorious. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness. 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pur- 
sued them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saTed  thee 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee  ; 
The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


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C.  P.  M.  S.  Dyer. 

Contentment. 

1  SHOULD  storms  arise  aud  darkness  reign, 
And  each  fond  hope  bestrew  the  plain 

In  shattered  fragments  round. 
Still,  with  assurance  I  can  say, 
The  Lord  who  gave  now  takes  away, 

His  praise  shall  louder  sound. 

2  Oh,  that  my  heart,  through  life,  may  feel 
Always  content  with  woe  or  weal, 

In  health  or  wreaking  pain  ; 
Then,  though  my  lot  no  riches  crown. 
My  name  unknown  to  earth's  renown, 

How  great  will  be  my  gain  ! 
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SOCIAL  AND  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

CM.  Mato. 

OjC/\J*        Joys  of  Social  Worship. 

1  IF  worldlings  ask  the  reason  Avhy 

We  here  so  often  meet ; 
In  love  to  them  we  make  reply, 
To  wait  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  We  tell  them  'tis  our  greatest  joy 

To  meet,  and  sing,  and  pray; 
The  noblest  rational  employ, 
Of  eacli  succeeding  day. 

3  To  man  in  nature  this  is  strange, 

For  want  of  better  light ; 
There  must  be  an  entire  change, 
To  worship  God  aright. 

4  Ah.  did  you  know  the  joys  we  feel, 

In  our  despised  way ; 
You  also  would  a  moment  steal, 
And  join  to  sing  and  pray. 

5  But  if  determined  still  to  run 

In  ruin's  mad  career. 
We  must  your  ways  and  persons  shun, 
And  weeping,  leave  you  here. 

6  We  must  press  forward  in  the  race 

Appointed  for  our  feet ; 
And  long  to  see  our  Saviour's  face. 
Where  worship  is  complete. 
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S.  M.  Watts. 

Joy  in  God  alone. 

1  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I  caunot  live,  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  iu  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  Avhere  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

4  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  ccntei  <ii  my  soul. 

S  M.  Watts. 

God^s  Tres price  delightful. 

1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 

Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court 
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3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts, 
And,  in  return,  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 


323. 


CM.  HosKiJCs 

Meeting  hi  Christ's  Name. 


1  IN  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come 

To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh  !  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 

Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 

Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise  —  to  hear 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 
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Ort  J  C.  M.  Watis 

•^■^  A*  Ifornint/  Trayer. 

1  I  LO  VE  to  rise  at  early  day, 

"While  all  is  hushed  and  still, 
And  hear  my  Saviour  kindly  say, 
"  Come,  ask  me  what  ye  will." 

2  I  love  to  search  his  holy  law. 

To  hear  his  words  of  love, 
And  feel  his  Spirit  sweetly  draw 
My  soul  to  "  things  above." 

3  I  love  to  ask,  by  faith  and  prayer, 

His  Spirit's  guiding  ray  — 
Through  every  scene  of  anxious  care, 
Through  life's  bewildered  way, 

4  Thus  let  me  spend  each  rising  hour. 

Thus  close  my  latest  days, 
Till  I  shall  wake  to  sleep  no  more. 
Where  prayer  is  changed  to  praise. 


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C.  M.  Newton. 

Thadhuj  in  Frayer. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
TJiou  call'st  the  burdened  soul  to  thee. 
And  such,  0  Lord,   am  I. 
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3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satau  sorely  prest, 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh,  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name. 

6  "  Poor  tempest -tossed  soul,  be  still. 

My  promised  grace  receive;"  — 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks  —  I  must,  I  will, 
1  can,  I  do  believe. 


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C.   M.  WiTTS. 

Distance  from  God  lamented. 

1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be. 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee? 
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3  "When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days, 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys, 

5  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so  : 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 


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L.  M.  Stennett. 

The  gracious  Promise. 

1  "  WHERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise,  — 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company ; 

To  them  unvail  my  smiling  face. 

And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place.'* 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  lore. 
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Qr%Q  ^-    ^'f-  MONTGOMBRT. 

OjuO*        Christian  Watchfulness. 

1  LORD,  let  my  prayer  like  inccuse  rise, 

And  wheu  I  lift  my  bauds  to  thee, 
As  in  the  evening  sacrifice, 

Look  down  from  heaven  well  pleased  on  me. 

2  Set  thou  a  watch  to  keep  my  tongue, 

Let  not  my  heart  to  bin  incline ; 
Save  me  from  men  who  practice  wrong  ; 
Let  me  not  share  their  mirth  and  wiue. 

3  But  let  the  righteous,  when  I  stray. 

Smite  me  in  love  ;  his  strokes  are  kind ; 
His  mild  reproofs  like  oil  allay 

The  wounds  thev  make,  and  heal  the  mind. 


329. 


C.  M.  Edmestoh, 

Kindness  in  Affliction. 

1  0  THOTI  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seem  severe. 
Forbid  my  unbslief  to  say, 
'^  There  is  no  mercy  here." 

2  Oh,  may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain. 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  they  bend  my  spirit  low 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  gracious  hand  that  strikes  the  blow 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 
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C.  M.  Anon. 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  INDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care 

I've  passed  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share. 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Speak  to  my  conscience,  speak  my  peace 

Through  his  atoning  blood  : 
And  grant  me.  Lord,  a  full  release 
From  sin's  oppressive  load. 

4  Show  me  my  wants,  and  let  me  crave 

Nothing  but  what  is  right ; 
Help  me  by  faith  on  thee  to  live, 
Then  change  my  faith  to  sight, 

5  Guide  me  through  life's  uncei'tain  path, 

Nor  let  me  from  thee  stray  ; 
Preserve  my  fleeting,  mortal  breath, 
Through  each  revolving  day. 

6  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And  every  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

7  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes. 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heaven  and  glory  rise, 
To  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 
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SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

C.  M.  Steklk. 

Refuge  in  God. 

1  DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die. 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector  and  my  Lord, 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
Oh  !  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  Oh !  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 


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C.  M.  D.        H.M.Williams. 

Devotion. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed. 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed. 
Thy  mercy  I  adore. 
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3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

.3  "When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee 

L.  M.  Watts 

000»     Song  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

1  MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread 'st  the  curtains  of  the  night. 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 
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334. 


SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

7's.  Sac.  SoNOt 

Morning  Prayer. 

1  IN  this  calm  impressive  hour 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high ; 
(rod  of  mercy.  God  of  power, 

Hear  me.  when  to  thee  I  cry  — 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Chiist  thy  son. 

2  "With  this  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart ; 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

3  Oh,  what  joy  that  word  affords, 

"  Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth;** 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords, 

Send  thy  gospel-heralds  forth  : 
Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 
y Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

*yfyK  CM.  Nkwtoh 

ODO.  Spirittial  Blessings. 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sins, 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and*  end  with  thee. 
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3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 


4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 
In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  oui'  room, 


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S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Rest  for  the  iceary  Soul. 

1  OH  !  where  shall  rest  be  found? 

Eest  for  the  weary  soul ; 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depth  to  sound, 
Or  search  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give, 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
*Tis  not  the  whole  of  life,  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death,  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above. 
Unnumbered  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death ! 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

G.  M.  Edmeston. 

Lord's-Day  sweet  to  the  Weary, 

1  WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose. 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close, 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn. 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease. 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll. 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabhath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er. 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  dav,  which  fades  no  more? 


000»     God's  Goodness  acknowledged. 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  reuews  the  sound,  ^ 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  tm'u  the  seasons  round. 
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3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  Hs  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  w^ath  delays. 

4  How  many  wretched  soiils  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread,. 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

"While  I  eujoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

QQQ  C.  M.  Brown 

*J^*y»  Divine  Aid  implored. 

1  ASSEMBLED  round  thine  altar,  Lord, 

To  lift  our  hearts  in  prayer, 

To  read  the  pages  of  thy  word, 

And  learn  our  duty  there ; 

2  We  ask  thy  Spirit's  guiding  ray. 

Thy  presence  we  implore ; 
Dear  Saviour,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
And  how  to  love  thee  more. 


3  So  shall  our  worship  here  below, 
Resemble  that  above, 
Where  saints  thy  endless  glory  view. 
And  sine  redeeming  love. 

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SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

C.  M.  Newtom. 

"Prayer  for  the  Divine  Presence, 

1  0  LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  here,  we  trust,  thou  art 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  fire, 
In  every  waiting  heart. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear  : 

Thy  presence  now  display  ;      ^ 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer. 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

3  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above. 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

4  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace. 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye. 

The  humbled  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 
To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

6  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word. 

In  faith  present  oar  prayers ; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

7  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace. 
Awaken  many  sinners  round. 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

7's.  Campbell's  Col. 

Prayer  for  the  Conversion  of  Children. 

1  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 

For  the  childrcu  thou  hast  given ; 
Let  them  all  thy  blessing  share, 
Grace  on  earth  and  bliss  in  heaven ! 

2  In  the  morning  of  their  days, 

*      May  thei]'  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise, 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  Cleanse  their  souls  from  every  stain, 

Through  the  Sa\dour's  precious  blood ; 
Let  them  all  be  born  again. 
And  be  reconciled  to  God. 

4  For  this  mercy,  Lord,  we  cry ; 

Bend  thine  ever  gracious  ear ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely. 
Hear  our  prayer,  in  mercy  hear  ! 


342 


CM.  COWPER. 

Sweet  Devotion. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade. 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY   WORSmP. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  its  mean  abode, 
Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  1ot« 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays , 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine  ! 
And  —  all  harmonious  names  in  one  — 
My  Saviour  1  thou  art  mine. 


343. 


L.  M.  Watts 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies : 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins ; 
And  without  weariness  or  rest. 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on  and  keep  my  heavenlv  way. 

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SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

4  But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God,  my  sun,  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

•J  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide. 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside, 

A.re  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this. 


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C.  M. 

Frayer  for  Children's  Conversion. 

J  0  LORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
A  needy,  sinful  baud ; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat. 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 
The  offspring  thou  hast  given  ; 
Where  shall  we  go  m  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heaven? 


3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame. 

Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 
But,  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart. 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

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Q 1 K  C.  M.  Btlaict 

Ot:D»  Rejoicing  in  God. 

1  O  LORD  !  I  would  delight  in  thee. 

And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee. 

My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  No  good  in  creatui'es  can  be  found. 

But  may  be  found  in  thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
"While  God  is  God  to  me. 

3  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure 

Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor? 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

4  0  Lord !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


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H.  M.  W>TiL 

Delight  in  JForship. 

1  LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are ; 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires. 
To  see  my  God. 
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SOCIAL    AN'n    FAMTI>Y   WORSHIP. 

2  0  happy  souls,  who  pray, 

"Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ; 
0  happy  men,  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ! 
And  happy  they, 
AVho  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length  — 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  ; 
Oh,  glorious  seat. 
When  God  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring 
Oui'  willing  feet. 


347. 


C.  M.  New  TOM 

Will  ye  also  go  away?  " 


1  WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

Alas !  what  numbers  do  ! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 

2  Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Yet,  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me ; 
To  whom,  or  whither  could  1  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee? 

4  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depai-t ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

5  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirred 

If  I  will  also  go? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer.  No  ! 


L.  M.  Watts. 

God's  Grace  extolled. 


348. 

1  LORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 
Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  every  heart  exalt  his  uame : 

I  sought  the  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  iuward  pains  relief, 
And  calmed  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 
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SOaAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heavenly  joy  their  faces  shine ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  lioly  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord ; 
Oh,  fear  and  love  him  all  his  saints. 
Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word. 


>  1 Q  8's  &  7's.  Ens.  Col. 

■-'^*^*        Fraise  for  Redemption. 

1  PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee. 
From  the  paths  of  death  away : 

S  Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guUt-born  fear. 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing. 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling, 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 

4  Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within,  me  raise ! 

And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise  1 


350. 


SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

L.  M.  Sac.  Sonqb. 

Praise  for  Family  Blessings. 

1  FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been,  and  are  still  sustained. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  praised, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows ; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

rtK^  ^-    ^'^-  WaTT8, 

jOl.  Delight  in  Worship. 

1  GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim. 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
As  travelers  ix.  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  to  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  graces 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


fyr'rk  ''"s  ^  ^'s-  Edmeston. 

*J0^»   Confidence  in  God's  Protection. 

1  SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us ; 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee ; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watches  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAillLV    WORSHIP. 

L.  M.  Merrick. 

Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

1  OH,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Turn  from  my  siu  thy  searching  eyes ; 
Nor  let  the  offenses  of  my  hand 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2  Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subdued, 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renewed ; 
Nor  let  me.  wrapped  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence,  roam. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 

Once  more  his  quickening  aid  impart ; 

My  mind  from  every  fear  release, 

And  soothe  my  troubled  thoughts  to  peace. 

^^  ,  C,  M.  Watts 


351 


Prayer  for  Direction. 

1  OH,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
Oh,  that  my  God  would  grant  me  gracft 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  folly  tnrn  away  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 
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SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Direct  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands,  — 

'Tis  a  delightful  road,  — 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 


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C.  M.  Watts. 

An  Evening  Song. 

1  LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  forever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep : 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days. 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 
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SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

L.  M.  '     Watts. 

Love  of  Christ  in  the  Heart. 
COIME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell. 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 

ISIake  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  hight,  and  breadth,  and  length 

Of  thine  uiinieasurable  grace. 

Now  to  the  God  whose  poAver  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know. 

Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 


357 


L.  M.  Kelly, 

Pleasures  of  Social  Worship. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee* 
0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 

That  we.  by  faith,  may  view  thy  face : 
Oh  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear,        ^ 
And  let  thy  presence  fUl  the  place  1 
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oKo  0.  M.  H.  K.  Whit«. 

OOO.  y       ij.ening  Worship. 

1  0  LORD,  another  day  is  flowii, 

Aud  we,  a  little  baud, 
Are  met  ouce  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thoii  bend  a  listening  ear, 

To  praises  low  as  ours? 
Thou  wilt,  for  thou  dost  deign  to  hear 
The  song  that  meekness  poui-s. 

3  And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deigu 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  are  Ave  less  than  they  1 

4  Oh,  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part ; 

Let  sin's  dominion  cease; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart, 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 


359 


S.  M.  Anom. 

Boening. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh,  may  we  all  remember  well. 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest, 
So  death  wnll  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  w^K  now  possess. 
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SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  tliis  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

To  view  the  unwearied  sim, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize,  t> 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past. 

And  we  from  time  remove. 
Oh,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


360. 


L.  M. 

The  Lord's  Frayer. 

1  FATHER,  adored  in  worlds  above, 

Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still : 

Thy  kingdom  come  with  power  and  love, 

And  earth  like  heaven  obey  thy  will. 

2  Lord,  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care : 

Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake : 
And  let  us  in  thy  kindness  share. 
As  fellow-men  of  oui's  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  houi' ! 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore; 
Tliine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power. 
Be  thine  the  glorv  evermore. 
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361 


SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

7's.  Hammond. 

Blessing  humbly  requested. 

1  Lr>ilD.  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion,  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


362 


C.  M.  Wattb. 

Access  to  God  by  a  Mediator. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above. 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat. 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Tlie  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise. 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring. 

Great  Advocate  on  high, 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 


363. 


C.    M.  WATTfc 

Safety. 

\  HOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth  s  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receivea 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have. 

Shall  be  forerer  thine ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve. 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great. 
That  I  should  give  him  aU. 
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364 


SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

S.  M.  Watts. 

Tersonal  Ingratitude. 

1  IS  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh; 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 


365 


C.  M.  Watts. 

Acknowledgment  of  God's  Goodness, 

1  WHAT  shall  T  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  who  fill  thy  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul,  in  anguish,  made. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight. 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  1 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  —  forever  thine,  — 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 
Thy  hand  hatli  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record; 
Witness,  ye  saiuts,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


Of*n  S.  M.  Sac.  Lyrici. 

*^"^*      Morning  Prayer-meeting . 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay. 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear. 
When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day. 
Believers  join  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs. 
And  sends  his  blessings  down, 
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SOCIAL    ^.VD    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

S  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  moraing  light,  — 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 


367. 


C.  IVI.  Rippon's  Coi« 

God  seeth  in  Retirement. 


1  FATHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye, 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart- discerning  sight. 

2  May  that  observing  eye  survey 

My  faithful  homage  paid, 
.   With  every  morning's  dawning  ray. 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame, 
While  fervent  vows  to  thee  aspire, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  wilt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP, 

C.    M.  MlSON. 

Evening  Worship. 

1  NOW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let.  grateful  iucense  rise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied. 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new^  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

4  Lord  of  our  time  !  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  lime  upon  the  score, 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


369 


C.  M.  Addisok. 

God's  Frotection  to  Mariners. 

1  HOW  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord  1 

How  sure  is  their  defeuse  ! 

Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote. 

Supported  by  thy  care. 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt. 
And  breathe  in  taiuted  air. 
U  305 


SOCIAL    AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  ou  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid  ;  the  winds  retire. 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  danger,  fear,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  shalt  life  prolong. 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 


L.  M.  Kmw 

Trusting  God. 


370. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
Tor  all  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  which  T  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

306 


SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
"With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 

4  Be  thou  my  Guardian  while  I  sleep ; 
Thy  watchiul  station  near  me  keep ; 
My  heart  with  love  celej;tial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  the  approach  of  ill. 

5  Lord,  let  my  heart  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love. 


371. 


L.  M.  Steexjs 

Eoening. 

1  GREAT  God  !  to  thee  ray  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  : 
Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  onward  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love. 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart. 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 
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SOCIAL   AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ,  my  Lord ;  his  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close. 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 


372 


L.    M.  DODDRIDGB. 

Secret  Self- Examination. 

1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye, 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide. 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
TiU  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love. 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 
TUl  every  grace  combine  to  prove. 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there; 
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373. 


SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP 

C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmist. 

'Parental  Solicitude. 

1  HOW  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord, 

In  love  whom  thou  iiast  given, 
E«main  regardless  of  thy  word, 
Without  a  hope  of  heaven? 

2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path 

That  leads  to  endless  death, 

Thus  adding  to  thy  fearful  wrath, 

"With  every  moment's  breath? 

3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  cry. 

And  save  our  children  dear  : 

Now  send  thy  spirit  from  on  high. 

And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 

4  Oh,  make  them  love  thy  holy  law. 

And  joyful  walk  therein ; 
Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw ; 
Save  them  from  every  sin. 


374 


C.  M.  Moore. 

Light  in  Darkness. 

1  0  THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  by  sorrows  wounded  here. 

We  coul'd  not  fly  to  thee  !  ^ 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 
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SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Ck)me,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
"With  radiance  from  above. 

4  Then,  sorrow  touched  by  thee  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray: 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


oyp^  L.  M.  Stowexl. 

OtO.  The  Mercy-Seat. 

1  FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
Tht  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet  — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy-Seat. 

.3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far  —  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy-Seat. 

«■ 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  — 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat. 
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SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  There  !  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar. 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet. 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy-Seat. 

6  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat. 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy -Seat. 


q^p  C.  M.  S.  Dyer. 

*^  •  ^*     Fenitence  for  Backsliding. 

1  0  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now. 

Thou  who  the  suppliant  hears, 
To  plead  for  thy  restoring  grace 
"With  penitential  tears. 

2  We  know,  up  to  thy  mercy-seat. 

In  vain  pride  lifts  its  eyes. 
And  that  thine  ear  is  ever  closed 
To  unrepentant  cries. 

3  But  when  returning  wanderers  come 

To  seek  their  Father  God, 
And  bow,  and  plead  with  streaming  eyes. 
Thy  hand  withdraws  the  rod. 

4  Behold,  0  Lord,  we  do  not  look 

With  tearless  eyes  to  heaven ; 
0,  cast  us  not  in  wrath  away 
Unheard  and  unforgiven  I 
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377. 


SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

8's,  7's  &  4's.  BURDEBi 

Dismission, 


1  LORD,  dismiss  us  Avith  thy  blessing. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace : 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

Oh,  refresh  us  ! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderuess. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey ; 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 


378. 


's,  7's  &  4's.  Anok. 

Revival. 


HAIL,  ye  days  of  solemn  meeting ! 
Hail  ye  days  of  praise  aud  prayer! 
Far  from  earthly  scenes  retreating; 
In  your  blessings  may  we  share ; 

Sacred  meetiug. 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share. 
312 


SOCIAL  AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

2  When  the  fervent  prayer  is  glowing, 

Holy  Spirit  hear  that  prayer ; 
"When  the  choral  soug  is  flowing, 
Let  that  soug  thine  impress  bear ; 

Holy  Spirit ! 
Let  that  song  thine  impress  bear. 

3  Christians  !  while  these  days  are  spending, 

From  the  world  consent  to  part ; 
See  the  Saviour  o'er  thee  bendiugi 
"Wilt  thou  grieve  him  from  thy  heart? 

Slumbering  Christian, 
WUt  thou  grieve  him  from  thy  heart? 

4  Sinner  !  see  thy  hours  are  fleeting. 

Soon  these  scenes  will  pass  away ; 
Hear  the  God  of  love  entreating. 
Sinner,  yield  thy  heart  to-day ; 

Yield  to  Jesus, 
Sinner,  yield  thy  heart  to-day. 


,T-yr\  C.  M.  Sac.  PormY. 

iD*  •  «/•     Prayer  for  Sincerity  in  Wcrrship. 

1  LORD,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 
And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

<  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see; 
True  penitence  impart: 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  hope  on  everv  heart. 
313* 


BOCIAL   AND   FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  When  our  responsive  tongues  essay 

Their  grateful  songs  to  raise, 
Grant  that  our  souls  may  join  the  lay. 
And  rise  to  thee  in  praise. 

4  "When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer. 

Oh,  let  our  wills  resign ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

5  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies  ; 
And  teach  our  hearts,  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies. 


380 


S.  M.  Anoh, 

Dismission. 

1  ONCE  more  before  we  part, 

Well  bless  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart, 
Sing,  every  tongue,  his  fame. 

2  Hoard  np  his  sacred  word, 

And  feed  thereon,  and  grow; 

Go  on  to  seek  and  know  the  Lord, 

And  practice  what  you  know. 

3  And  if  we  meet  no  more 

On  Zion's  earthly  ground. 
Oh,  may  we  reach  that  blissful  shore 
Where  all  thy  saints  are  bound. 
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381. 


SOCIAL   AND   FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

ll's  &  9's.  Anow. 

Fraise  to  our  Saviour. 

1  HITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  triumph, 
To  Bethlehem  haste,  the  Prince  of  life  to  meet; 
To  you,  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Saviour: 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  for  such  condescension, 

Our  praise  and  our  re\-t;rence  are  an  offering  meet; 
Now  is  the  Word  made  flesh,  and  dwells  among  ua: 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

S  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels. 
And  let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Give  to  our  Saviour  glory  in  the  highest : 
Oh,  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 


OQfy  ll's-  Anon. 

OOw.  Bower  of  Tray er. 

1  TO  go  from  my  home,  and  with  kindred  to  part, 
To  break  up  my  friendships,  affects  not  my  heart. 
Like  leaving  that  blissful  and  holy  place  where 
Jehovah  has  heard  and  has  answered  my  prayer  — 

And  has  answered  my  prayer. 

2  And  often  the  Saviour  has  come  to  my  bower. 
In  all  the  rich  fullness  of  love  and  of  power,  • 
And  raptured  my  spirit  ineffably  there, 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer  — 

Own  language  my  prayer. 

8  The  early  sweet  notes  of  the  loved  nightingale 
My  hours  of  devotion  would  faithfully  tell  — 
Would  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sang  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer  — 
As  I  went  to  prayer. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  by  the  pine. 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine, 
But  sweeter,  oh,  sweeter  the  pleasures  which  thert 
I  often  have  tasted  while  offering  my  prayer  — 
While  offering  my  prayer. 

6  But  soon  I  must  bid  my  loved  bower  adieu, 
And  leave  for  a  region  that's  distant  and  new; 
Yet  oh,  blessed  thought !  I've  a  friend  everywhere, 
Who  will,  in  all  places,  give  ear  to  my  prayer  — 
Give  ear  to  my  prayer. 

6  Through  life's  troubled  scenes  I  will  fearlessly  go. 
Move  onward  with  triumph  o'er  every  foe  : 

I'll  never,  no,  never  indulge  in  despair. 
Tor  Jesus  will  grant  the  requests  of  my  prayer  — 
The  requests  of  my  prayer. 

7  His  love  and  his  power  he  will  daily  impart 

To  strengthen  my  mind  and  to  gladden  my  heart: 
And  when  on  my  deathbed,  he'll  be  with  me  there- 
And  take  me  to  heaven  in  answer  to  prayer  — 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

8  And  high  in  the  mansions  of  glory  and  joy, 

My  soul  shall  be  blessed  with  delightful  employ  — 
Be  freed  from  all  sorrow,  and  anguish,  and  care, 
And  bask  in  his  smile  who  has  answered  my  prayer  — 
Who  has  answered  my  prayer, 


qoq  ii's.  Anoh. 

*         The  Lord  will  provide. 
1  THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  thick  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  our  foes  all  unite; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  Scripture  assures  us.  The  Lord  will  provide. 

1  The  birds  without  barn  or  full  store-house  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  God  for  our  bread ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  "is  written,  T/ie  Lord  will  provide. 
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SOCIAL    AMD    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

8  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  the  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  we  cannot  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages,  Tke  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 

Not  knowing  the  way,  but  our  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good  guide. 
And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provvde, 

6  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  of  goodness,  we  claim ; 
But  since  we  have  known  the  dear  Saviour's  great 

name. 
In  this,  our  strong  tower,  for  safety  we  hide  — 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge  —  The  Lord  will  provide. 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  our  death  is  In  view, 
His  grace  the  dark  valley  shall  lead  us  safe  through; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


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7's.  Anon. 

Evening  Thanksgiving . 
NOW  from  labor  and  from  care 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free ; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer. 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee  : 
Oh,  behold  me  from  above. 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 


2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  woe. 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Nought  can  charm  me  here  below 

Btft  my  Saviour's  melting  voice ; 
Lord,  forgive ;  thy  grace  restore ; 
Make  me  thine  forever  more. 
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SOCIAL    AND    FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  houi', 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power, 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise ; 
Oh,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 


THE  LORD'S    SUPPER. 

QQK  C.  M.  Watts 

i)00*     ChrisPs  Voluntary  Sacrifice. 

1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne ; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion  like  a  God  — 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great ; 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 
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386 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

7'S.  CONDEK, 

The  Body  and  Blood  of  Christ. 

1  BREAD  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
Tor  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 

Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

"With  this  true  and  living  bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give ; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  oh,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee. 


387 


C.  M.  Wardlaw. 

Remembering  Christ. 

1  REMEMBER  thee,  redeeming  Lord  1 

While  Memory  holds  her  place, 
Can  we  forget  the  Prince  of  life. 
Who  saves  us  by  his  grace? 

2  The  Lord  of  life,  with  glory  crowned. 

On  heaven's  exalted  throne. 
Remembers  those  for  whom,  on  earth. 
He  heaved  his  dying  groan. 

3  His  glory  now  no  tongue  of  man 

Or  seraph  bright  can  tell : 
let  'tis  the  chief  of  all  his  joys 
That  souls  are  saved  from  hell. 
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THE   LORD  S   SUPPER. 

4  For  this  he  came  and  dwelt  on  eartli ; 

For  this  his  life  was  given  ; 
For  this  he  fought  aod  vanquished  death; 
For  this  he  pleads  in  heaven. 

5  Join,  all  ye  saints  beneath  the  sky, 

Your  grateful  praise  to  give ; 
Sing  loud  hosanuas  to  the  Lord, 
Who  died  that  you  might  live. 


qno  ^-  M.  Watts. 

"^^*     Consecration  in  view  of  the  Cross. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  miugled  down: 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  all  the  realm  of  uature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 
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389 


THE    LORD  S    SCPI'ER. 

C.  :.r.      Dr.  J.  Stennctt. 
Wonders  of  Grace. 

1  LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
But  most  of  all.  admire,  that  I 
Should  fiud  a  welcome  place. 

2  I,  that  am  all  defiled  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
I,  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this. 

That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand. 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  "Eat.  0  my  friends,"  the  Saviour  cried, 

"  The  feast  was  made  for  you ; 
For  you  I  groaned,  and  bled,  and  died. 
And  rose  and  triumphed  too." 

5  With  trembling  faith,  and  oleeding  hearti 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love ; 
*Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had. 
What  will  it  be  above? 

6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

Join  all  yonr  praising  powers ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love ; 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 
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THE   LORD  S    SUPPER. 

QQA  C.  M.  S.  Dyer 

OiJ\J*  In  Memory  of  Christ. 

1  WHILE  now  we  taste  these  emblems,  Lord 

May  all  thy  goodness  see, 
And  let  us  truly  keep  this  feast, 
In  memory  of  thee, 

2  Oh,  from  our  hearts  cast  out  each  thought 

That  is  not  wholly  thine, 
That  we  may  here  enjoy  one  hour 
In  pleasures  all  divine. 

3  Thus  we  show  forth  thy  death,  0  Lord, 

As  thou  command  hast  given. 
Until  the  hour  when  thou  wilt  come, 
And  call  thy  saints  to  heaven. 


391 


C.  M.  COWPER. 

Welcome  to  the  Taile. 

1  THIS  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine, 

And  God  invites  to  sup  ; 
The  juices  of  the  living  vine 
Were  pressed  to  fill  the  cup. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Saviour,  ye  who  eat. 

With  royal  dainties  fed ; 
Not  heaven  affords  a  costlier  treat, 
.  For  Jesus  is  the  Bread. 

3  The  vile,  the  lost,  he  calls  to  them  ; 

"  Ye  trembling  souls  appear  ! 
The  righteous  in  their  own  esteem 
Have  no  acceptance  here ;  — 
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THE   LORD  S   SLPPER. 

4  "  Approach,  ye  poor,  nor  dare  refuse 

The  banquet  spread  for  you  :" 
Dear  Saviour,  this  is  welcome  news. 
That  I  may  venture  too. 

5  If  guilt  and  sin  afford  a  plea. 

And  may  obtain  a  place. 
Surely  the  Lord  will  welcome  me. 
And  I  shall  see  his  face. 


392 


C.  M.  S.  SxENNEir 

The  Body  and  Blood  of  Christ. 

1  HERE,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  w©  meet. 

To  feed  on  food  divine  : 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow: 

Oh,  what  delightful  food  ! 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  win«», 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

3  Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 

Upon  the  accursed  tree  ; 
"For  me,'"'  each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
"  'Twas  all  endured  for  me." 

4  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine  : 
Well  thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me. 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 
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THE   LORD  S    SUPPER 

C.    M.  B.  W.  NOKL. 

Remembering  Christ. 

1  IF  human  kindness  meets  return. 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie ;  — 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh ;  — 

2  Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell, 
And  save  from  endless  woe? 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed  !  — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me." 

4  Vemember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame. 

The  griefs  which  thou  didst  bear  ! 
0  memory,  leave   no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


394 


L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Lord's  Supjter  instituted. 

1  'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night. 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Agaiust  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes,-— 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began. 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake;, 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  1 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  I 
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THE   LORD  S    SUPPER. 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine; 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  "Do  this,"  he  cried,  "till  time  shall  end. 

In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


«,Qp/  C.  M.  Anow 

*}\jD»  The  Heavenly  Feast. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stoi-ee  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  in  this  our  song, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast. 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?  — 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  stai-ve  than  come?' 
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THE   LORD  S    SUPPER. 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  : 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  0  our  God, 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


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C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Boom  at  the  Gospel  Feast. 

1  THE  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  dainties  crown  the  board ; 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys. 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  given. 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 
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THE   LORD  b'   SUPPER. 

4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large. 

That  millions  more  may  come ; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
E'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 


397. 


U's.  E.  Y.  Rkesk. 

B.ememhering  Christ. 

1  "DO  this,"  and  remember  the  blood  thai  was 

shed, 
Ere  Calvary's  Victim  to  slaughter  was  led, 
When,  sad  and  forsaken,  the  garden  alone 
Ckive  ear  to  his  sorrow,  and  echoed  his  moan. 

2  Remember  the  conflict  with  insult  and  scorn, 
The  robe  of  derision,  the  chaplet  of  thorn. 

The  sin-cleansing  fountain  that  streamed  from 

his  side, 
When,  '•'  Father,  forgire  them,"  he  uttered,  and 

died. 

S  Remember  that  "Victor  o'er  death  and  the  grave : 
He  liveth  forever,  his  people  to  save: 
Oh,  take  with  thanksgiving  this  pledge  of  his 

love,  — 
The  foretaste  of  rapture  eternal  abore. 

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MISSIONS. 


MISSIONS. 


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8's,  7's  &  4's.    Mrs.  Williams. 
Basiring  the  Spread  of  the  Gospel, 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness. 

Look  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze; 
See  the  promises  advancing 

To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 
Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian,  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 
Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light  j 
Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

Let  redemption. 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  My  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel : 

Win  and  conquer  —  never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  increase ; 

Sway  thy  scepter, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 
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C.  M.  Ancmi 

Universal  Praise. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along ! 
And  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply. 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound  ! 


400. 


7's.  BOWWNQ 

Report  of  the  Watchman. 

1  WATCHMAN !  teU  ns  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are, 
Traveler !  o'er  yon  mountain's  hight, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star. 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  raj 


Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell 


Traveler !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day. 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 
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3  Watcliman !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  the  star  ascends. 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portendg. 

4  "Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own ; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

5  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

^  .  8's,  7's  &  4's.  Kelly. 

4:01  •  Zion  encouraged. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands. 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing  — 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 
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3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 

He  himself  appeai-s  thy  friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  sui-ely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee ; 

AJl  thy  warfare  now  be  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  wiU  defend  thee ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last: 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlastino;  rest. 


402 


S.    M,  WA7TB. 

Zion's  Heralds. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  grace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  the  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  priests  desired  it  long. 
But  died  without  the  sight. 
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5  The  watclimen,  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem,  break  forth  in  songs ; 
Ye  deserts,  learn  the  joy 

6  0  Lord,  make  bare  thy  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


403. 


L.  M.  WATTa 

The  Great  Commission. 

1  "  GO  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
And  he  condemned  who'll  not  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known ; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done. 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode: 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 
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MISSIONS. 

./v  .  C.  M.  Wattb. 

IvF'T*  Salvation. 

1  SALVATION!  oh,  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  j 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine. 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

"While  ail  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Oh,  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
"With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay 
To  celebrate  thy  praise  ! 


.^-^  7s  &  6's.  Hebes* 

*i\JD*      Condition  of  the  Heathen. 
1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, — 
"Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

EoU  down  their  golden  sand, — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain,  — 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
333 


2  Wliat  ttongli  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness. 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  man  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole , 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


406 


L.  M.  Watts. 

•  Christ's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 
1  JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
334 


2  For  Mm  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacriiice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

.  ^„  12's,  ll's  &  8's.    S.  P.  Smith. 

t:1/  4  •  Prince  of  Salvation. 

1  THE  Prince  of  salvation  in  triumph  is  riding. 

And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright  -way, 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  breezes  are  gliding. 
And  nations  are  owning  his  sway. 

2  And  now  through  the  darkest  of  earth's  gloomy 

regions. 
The  wheels  of  his  chariot  are  rolling  sublime, 
His  banners  unfolding  his  own  true  religion, 
Dispelling  the  errors  of  time. 

3  Behold  a  bright  angel  from  heaven  descending, 

High  lifting  his  trumpet  hosannas  to  raise : 
"  Hail  Son  of  the  Highest,"  let  every  knee  bendirg. 
Adore  thee  with  offerings  of  praise. 
335 


i  Thy  sword  and  thy  buckler,  shall  save  and  delirer 
The  poor  ami  the  needy  from  foes  that  assail; 
Thy  bow  and  thy  quiver  shall  vanquish  forever 
The  prince  and  the  legions  of  hell. 

5  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquering  Saviour, 

Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to  thy  reign, 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for  thy  favor. 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 

6  Then  loud  shall  ascend,  from  each  sanctified  nation, 

Tho  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise; 
And  heaven  shall  reecho  the  song  of  salvation, 
In  rich  and  melodious  layu. 


i  AQ  8's>  7's  &  6's.      S.  F.  Sm[th. 

^"^*        Ifissionanes^  FareioelL 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country ! 

Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 
Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well, 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me; 

Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 
Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

3  In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died  —  the  blessed  Saviour— 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 
Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
336 


4  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean , 
Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell  — 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  i  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  1  bid  thee, 
Native  land  —  Fareivell  —  Farewell. 

4:Uy»         Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  THE  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 

The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Ziou's  war. 

2  liich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  evei-y  hour : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answercs  brings. 
And  heavenly  gales  are  bloAving, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love. 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

Jn  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing  — • 
■    A  nation  in  a  dav. 
W  337 


MISSIONS. 

Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 
Plow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come.' 


410. 


P.  M.  Akon. 

3Iilletmial  Glory. 

1  REJOICE,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom, 
And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing, 
The  deserts  all  are  blossoming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom; 
The  gospel  banner,  wide  unfurled, 
Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world ; 
And  every  creature,  bond  or  free. 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee  : 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 

2  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  .Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth. 
And  all  shall  hear  from  south  to  north. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
And  truth  shall  sit  o-n  every  hill, 
And  blessings  flow  in  every  rill, 
And  praise  shall  eveiy  heart  employ 
And  every  voice  shall  shout  for  joy : 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing. 

338 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

TIME   AND  ETERNITY. 

.^^  7's&6's.  S.E.Smith 

^Al*  jj{-^e  'passing  atoay. 

1  AS  flows  the  rapid  river, 

With  channel  broad  and  free, 
Its  waters  rippling  ever, 

And  hasting  to  the  sea, 
So  life  is  onward  flowing. 

And  days  of  offered  peace. 
And  man  is  swiftly  going 

Where  calls  of  mercy  cease 

2  As  moons  are  ever  waning, 

As  hastes  the  snn  away. 
As  stormy  winds,  complaining, 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day, 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us  — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave ; 
And  death  is  just  before  us  ; 

Grod  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure 

Laid  lip  in  worlds  above? 
And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love? 
Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 

Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll. 
And  thou  lament  forever 

The  ruin  of  thv  soul. 
.3.39 


412 


TIME   AND   ETERNIl'Y. 

C.  M.  J.  Q.  Adami. 

Swiftness  of  Time. 

1  HOW  swift,  alas !  the  moments  fly ! 

How  rush  the  years  along  ! 
Scarce  here,  yet  gone  already  by  — 
The  burden  of  a  song. 

2  See  childhood,  youth,  and  manhood  pass. 

And  age,  with  furrowed  brow  ; 
Time  was  —  time  shall  be  —  but,  alas  ! 
Where,  where  in  time  is  now  ? 

3  Time  is  the  measure  but  of  change ; 

No  present  hour  is  found  ; 
The  past,  the  future,  fill  the  range 
Of  time's  unceasing  round. 

4  Where,  then,  is  now  ?     In  realms  above, 

With  God's  atoning  Lamb, 
In  regions  of  eternal  love. 
Where  sits  enthroned  I  AM. 


5  Then,  pilgrim,  let  thy  joys  and  fears 

On  time  no  longer  lean  ; 
But  henceforth  all  thy  hopes  and  fears 
From  earth's  affections  wean. 

6  To  God  let  grateful  accents  rise ; 

With  truth,  with  virtue,  live ; 
So  all  the  bliss  that  time  denies, 
Eternity  shall  give. 
340 


413 


TIMK    AND    ETERNITY. 

L.  M.  Stkeub. 

Eternity  near, 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ; 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity,  tremendous  sound  ! 

To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound  ; 
But  oh  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood. 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

■4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain. 
The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  its  pain  ! 
My  fears.  0  gracious  God.  remove ; 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

5  Search.  Lord,  oh  search  my  inmost  heart. 
And  light,  and  hope  and  joy  impart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free. 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaveii  and  thee. 


414 


L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Flight  of  Time. 
1  GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

Did  infant  Time  his  being  draw ; 
Moments,  and  day^,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  bv  thine  unvaried  law. 
341 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away ; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea  — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 

Upon  the  rapid  streams  are  borne 
Swift  on  to  their  eternal  home, 
"Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet,  while  the  shore,  on  either  side, 

Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom,  teach  my  heart 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


.  ^  j^  CM.  Anon. 

4:10 •     Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Tear. 
1  AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

U  Much  of  my  hasty  life  is  gone, 
Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run  — 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 
342 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  : 
What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure  ?  how  fair  ? 
"What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins. 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 


416 


7's  &  6's.  J.  Burton. 

Life  a  Winter's  Bay. 

1  TIME  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day  — 
A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 

2  Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee. 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

3  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day 
A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 

4  But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above. 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 
Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 
343 


417. 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

7's.  Newtom. 

The  New  Year. 

1  WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 

Pixed  iu  their  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 
But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  tlie  mark  to  find ; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  : 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live. 
With  eternity  in  view. 

Bless  thy  word  to  yonng  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told. 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

L.  M.  Steelk. 

Frailty  of  Life. 
1  ALMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days ; 
Teacrh  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am. 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 
344 


418 


TIME   AND    ETERNITY. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  ; 

A  little  point  my  life  appears ; 
How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man  ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears ! 

3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise,  and  show  ! 

Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind  \ 
He  heaps  up  treasures  mixed  with  woe. 
And  dies,  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  Oh,  be  a  nobler  portion  mine. 

My  God  !  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign. 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 


419. 


5's  &  I2's.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Resolve. 

1  COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue. 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear : 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ;  / 
Our  time  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away  ; 

And  the  f ugiti|fe  moment  refuses  to  stay ; 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  near^ 
345 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day 

Of  his  coming,  may  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 

I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do!** 
Oh,  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done. 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  I " 


420. 


C.  M.  Watts. 

A  short  Space,  and  a  great  Work, 

1  HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life. 

How  vast  our  souls'  affairs ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song. 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home. 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grac% 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high. 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 
34G 


421. 


TIME   AND   ETERNITY. 

C.  M.  Watt*. 

'Frailty  of  Life. 

1  THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still. 

As  months  and  days  increase ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Awake,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 


422 


C.  M.  S.  DrK«. 

Vanity  of  Earth. 

1  OUR  life  is  like  an  idle  dream. 

Or  fleeting  as  the  day ; 
A  shining  bubble  on  the  stream. 
As  soon  to  pass  away. 

2  If  life's  so  brief,  why  the"  prepare 

For  all  the  joys  it  brings,* 
Or  give  one  thought  of  anxious  care 
To  mere  terrestrial  things? 
347 


TIME    AND   ETERNITY. 

3  No  more  to  trifling  toys  of  time 
Let  precious  hours  be  given, 
But  live  to  God  a  life  sublime, 
Aud  wear  a  crown  iu  heaven  1 

A^o  c.  p;  M. 

^^O.  The  Convert's  Choice. 

[Sung  by  the  j)wus  daughter  of  a  nobleman  in  EnglanA 
at  a  party  given  to  eradicate  Iter  religious  feelings.'] 

1  NO  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here ; 
For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear ; 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door ; 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before . 

Th'  inexorable  throne. 

2  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ; 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ! 

But  oh  !   w^heu  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  I  my  evei-lasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend? 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  n^ver  dies ! 
How  make  my  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

4  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray. 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happiness. 
Oh  !  wrli    thy  pardon  on  my  heart ; 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  iu  peace. 
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DEATH    AND   THE    RESURRECTION. 

DEATH  AND  THE   RESURRECTION. 

S.  M.  Watts, 

Hope  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  AND  must  this  body  die? 

This  mortal  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  moldering  in  the  clay? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often,  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  mv  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face. 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
"We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  0  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  strains  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
"With  our  immortal  tongues. 

.g^^  L.  M.  "Watts, 

xJiOm  Death  made  easy. 

1  WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  1 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy. 
And  vet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
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2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life ; 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet ! 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

Mf\r*  C.  M.  Watts 

*ZU«       Ifeditation  on  the  Tomh. 

1  HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound. 

My  ears,  attend  the  cry  — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed. 

In  spite  of  all  your  powers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head. 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure?  — 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more? 

4  Grant  ns  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
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if\m  C.  M.  STiaxE. 

XiS  •  •  Time  and  Eternity. 

1  LIFE  is  a  span  —  a  fleeting  hour  : 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower. 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead. 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
Ajid  Nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time. 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease,  then,  fond  Nature,  cease  thy  tears  j 

Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears ; 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

.^Q  C.  M.  S.  Dyes. 

tZu«   Christian  at  the  Btver  of  Death. 

1  WHEN  at  the  margin  of  the  stream, 

"Where  death's  dark  waters  glide, 
The  Christian  lingers  not  in  fear, 
But  steps  into  the  tide. 

2  The  billov^s  rise  and  round  him  dash,— 

One  moment  fiercely  driven. 
And  then  he  mounts  triumphantly 
On  seraph  winss  to  heaven. 
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i^Q  C.  M.  Watt& 

4:Zt/«  Death  and  Eternity. 

1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts  that  used  to  rise. 

Converse  awhile  with  death ; 

Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  But,  oh,  the  soul,  that  never  dies, 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flics, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

3  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  1 

4  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  trembling  soul  I  trust; 
The  flesh  is  waiting  thy  command, 
To  crumble  into  dust. 


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C.  l\r.  Watw. 

Death  of  Christian  Friends. 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 
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3  The  graves  of  all  tlie  saints  be  blest, 

And  softened  ev  ery  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

5  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


431. 


C.  M.  Anoii, 

Them  also  thai  sUep  in  Jesus." 

1  HOW  rest  the  saints  in  Christ,  who  sleep 

Far  from  the  tempter's  power, 
While  for  their  loss  the  mourners  weep. 
In  lonely  halls  and  bower? 

2  They  rest,  unvexed  by  frightful  dreams 

Of  moi-tal  care  and  woe, 
Nor  wake  to  taste  the  bitter  streams 
That  through  these  valleys  flow. 

3  They  rest  as  rests  the  planted  seed 

Within  its  wintry  tomb. 
With  hope,  from  its  dark  prison  freed. 

To  rise  in  glorious  bloom. 
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4  They  sleep  as  sleeps  the  wearied  cliild 

Upon  its  mother's  breast; 
Nor  foe,  nor  fear,  nor  tumult  wild. 
Invade  their  peaceful  rest. 

5  Then  why  with  grief,  from  year  to  year, 

Their  blessed  lot  deplore, 
And  shed  the  unavailing  tear 
For  those  who  weep  no  more? 

6  Ah  !  rather  in  their  footsteps  tread, 

With  quickened  zeal  and  prayer. 
And  live  as  lived  the  holy  dead. 
That  ye  their  rest  may  share. 


432. 


S.    M.  MONTGOMKRT. 

The  Death  of  an  Aged  Minister. 

1  -  SERVANT  of  God,  well  done : 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came; 

He  started  up  to  hear : 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame ; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 
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4  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last. 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


43.3 


L.  M.  Barbauld. 

Blessedness  of  the  Righteous  in  Death. 

1  HOW  ble^t  the  righteous  when  he  dies! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 
How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  nought  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farevvell.  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 

Where  lights  and  s-hades  alternate  awell; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  I 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  .'spirit  flies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !' 
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DEATH   AND  THE   RESURRECTION. 

lO's,  6's  &  8's.  ANOif. 

'  All  is  well. 

1  WHAT,  what  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame  ? 

Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ?  —  [flame  ?  — 

Which  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  Tital 

Is  it  death?  is  it  death?  — 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see  — 

All  is  well!  all  is  well. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  my  friends,  weep  not  for 

me  — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well !  — 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned ;  I  am  free  — 
All  is  well!  all  is  well!  — 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies! 
All  is  well !  all  is  well  1 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saints  in 

glory  — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 
I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story  — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come. 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  reom. 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home  — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 

4  Hark !  hark  1  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master  calls 

me  — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well !  — 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory — 
All  is  well !  all  is  well  I  — 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you ; 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  Tiew — 
All  is  well  1  all  is  well ! 

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5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail,  all  hail,  ye  blood-waelie<l 
throng  — 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace ; — 
I  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song  — 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace ;  — 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine; 
Oh,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb! 
All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 


435. 


lO's  &  8'3.  Dana. 

WTien  I  am  gone. 

1  SHED  not  a  tear  o'er  yoiH:  friend's  early  bier, 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone ; 
Smle,  if  the  sl«w  tolling  bell  you  shall  hear, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  by  my  grave, 
Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save. 
Think  of  the  crowns  all  the  ransomed  shall  have, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

2  Mant  ye  the  tree  which  may  wave  over  me 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone ; 
ffcg  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer  day. 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  lingering  ray, 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  passed  away, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

3  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone ; 
Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blest  early  dead, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone ; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all  caro« 
Serve  the  Lord  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share, 
Look  up  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
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L.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

Death  of  an  Infant. 

1  AS  vernal  flowers  that  scent  the  inorn. 

But  wither  in  the  rising  day, 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn, 
Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

2  He  died  before  his  infant  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires  — 
Had  ever  spurned  at  heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quenched  its  sacred  fires. 

3  He  died  to  sin  ;  he  died  to  care ; 

But  for  a  moment  ielt  the  rod ; 
Then,  rising  on  the  viewless  air, 

Spread  his  light  wings,  and  soared  to  God. 

4  This  blessed  theme  now  cheers  my  voice ; 

The  grave  is  not  the  loved  one's  prison ; 
The  "  stone  "  that  covered  half  my  joys 
Is  "  rolled  away,"  and,  lo  !  "  he's  risen." 


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8's  &  7's.  S.  r.  Smith. 

Interment  of  a  inoiis  young  Female. 

1  SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening. 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber  — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number; 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  sbalt  know. 
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3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us  ; 

Here  thy  loss  ^Ye  deeply  feel; 

But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us  : 

He  cau  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  agaiu  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled 
Then  iu  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
"Where  uo  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


438. 


C.  M.  Watts, 

Those  blessed  ivho  die  in  the  Lord. 
1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaimi 
For  all  the  pious  dead  : 
"  Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

S  "  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  suffering  and  from  sin  released. 
They're  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  "  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife. 
They  re  present  with  the  Lord ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward.  " 


439 


8"s  &  7's.  Cecil. 

The  Bijing  Infant. 
1  CEASE  here  longer  to  detain  me, 
Fondest  mother,  drowned  in  wo ; 
Now  thy  kind  caresses  pain  me; 
Morn  advances  —  let  me  go. 
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2  See  yon  orient  streak  appearing  ! 

Harbinger  of  endless  day  ; 
Hark  !  a  voice,  the  darkness  cheering, 
Calls  my  new-born  soul  away  ! 

3  Lately  launched,  a  trembling  stranger. 

On  the  world's  wild  boisterous  flood; 
Pierced  with  sorrows,  tossed  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 

4  Now  my  cries  shall  cease  to  grieve  thee, 

Now  my  trembling  heart  find  rest : 
Kinder  arms  than  thine  receive  me. 
Softer  pillow  than  thy  breast. 

5  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish. 

Upward  turned  toward  their  home : 
Kaptured,  they'll  forget  all  anguish. 
While  they  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

6  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  center — 

Weeping,  parting,  care,  or  wo 
Ne'er  our  Father's  house  shall  enter — 
Morn  advances —  let  me  go. 

V  As  through  this  calm,  this  holy  dawning, 
Silent  glides  my  parting  breath 
To  an  everlasting  morning  — 
Gently  close  mine  eyes  in  death. 

8  Though  to  leave  thee  sorrowing,  pains  me, 
Yet  again  his  voice  I  hear ; 
Rise,  may  every  grace  sustain  thee. 
Rise !  and  seek  to  meet  me  there. 
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C.  M.  Wattb 

A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory. 

1  MY  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 

And  tliiuk  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  Oh,  could  we  die  with  those  that  die. 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  commune  with  the  dead. 

3  Then  we  should  see  the  saints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms. 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  "We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  came ; 
Our  souls  would  mount,  and  fly  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 


441. 


Emily  E.  Chubbmk 
Death  of  an  Infant. 

1  MOTHER,  has  the  dove  that  nestled 

Lovingly  upon  thy  breast, 
Folded  up  its  little  pinions. 
And  in  darkness  gone  to  rest  ? 

2  Nay,  the  grave  is  dark  and  dreary. 

But  the  lost  one  is  not  there, 

Hear'st  thou  not  its  gentle  whisper, 

Eloating  on  the  ambient  air ; 

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3  It  is  near  thee,  gentle  mother, 

Near  thee  at  the  evening  hour ; 
Its  soft  kiss  is  in  the  zephyr, 
It  looks  up  from  every  flower. 

4  And  when  Night's  dark  shadows  fleeing, 

Low  thou  bendest  thee  in  prayer. 
And  thy  heart  feels  nearest  heaven. 
Then  thy  angel  babe  is  there. 

.  .  ^  ll's.  Muhlenberg. 

4:4:iu«       1  loould  not  live  always. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  always :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way, 
The  few  cloudy  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes  —  full  enough  for 

its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  always :  no  —  welcome  the 

tomb, 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I'll  enter  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  always,  away  from  his 

God  — 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode : 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
The  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

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DEATH   AND   THE   RESURRECTION. 

12's.       Christian  Ltre. 
Awful  Fomp  of  Tiesurrection. 

1  THE  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  on  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire; 
Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  arc 

bowed. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  poured 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there. 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  yictory  wear. 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all  heard; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered   charnel   are 

stirred ! 
From  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the 

north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth. 

4  The  judgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones  are  all 

set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are  met, 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  Oh,  mercy !  oh,  mercy !  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 

12's&irs.  S.Dyer. 


444. 


The  Departed. 

1  HOW  sad  to  return  to  the  home  where  light-hearted. 

We  mingled  in  pleasures  of  friendship  each  year. 
And  find  from  its  halls  those  stars  have  departed 
Whp  once  were  the  light  and  the  life  of  its  sphere. 

2  Their  forms  only  granted  awhile  as  a  token 

Of  love  from  their  Maker,  are  doomed  to  decay; 
Like  cloud-wreaths  at  evening,  which  rude  winils 
have  broken, 
Their  vision-like  beauty  soon  faded  away. 
363 


DEATH   AND   THE   RESURRECTION. 

3  We  hung  on  their  lips  as  they  gave  the  last  greeting. 

And  bade  them  adieu  with  a  tear-moistened  eye ; ' 

And  fiorrowed  to  think  it  would  be  our  last  meeting 

Till  we  pass  to  their  own  starry  home  in  the  sky. 

4  Though  we  hear  not  their  songs,  and  beneath  their 

light  fingers 
The  chords  of  the  harp  may  ne'er  thrill  to  their 

strain, 
Yet  deep  in  the  memory  a  melody  lingers, 
And  in  its  sweet  echoes  we  hear  them  again ! 

6  Farewell,  dearest  friends !  ye  have  left  us  benighted. 
Alone  in  the  world  our  sad  loss  to  deplore, 
And  think  on  the  days  when  we  lingered  delighted 
To  hear  those  Jpved  voices  that  greet  us  no  more! 

6  Yet  why  should  we  mourn  them,  though  parted  in 
sorrow, 
Or  at  the  just  judgments  of  Heaven  complain? 
But  wait  for  the  dawning  of  that  promised  morrow — 
In  bliss  we  shall  meet  them  to  part  ne'er  again  I 


AAr  12's  &  ll's.  Heber. 

*±T:t/«       Farevjell  to  the  departed. 

\  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not  de- 
plore thee. 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness    encompass  the 
tomb; 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  before 
thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the 
gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  we  no  longer  behold 
thee. 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy 
side; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
thee. 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hatb 


364 


DEATH    AND   THE   RESURRECTION. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  and  its  mansion  for- 

saking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 

waking, 
And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  seraphim's 

song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not  da 

plore  thee ; 
Since    God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  thy 
guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour  hath 
died. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 


446 


C.  P.  M.  C.  Weslot . 

Contemplation  of  Judgment. 

1  0  GOD,  mj-  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Cause  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  com6 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me.  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 
365 


THE   JUDGMENT. 

3  Be  this  my  one  greai  ousmess  nere,- 
With  holy  trembling:,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure ! 

4  Then,  Father,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


417. 


C.  M.  Watts. 

Eoi^rlasting  Absence  of  God  intolerable, 
3  TH.\T  awful  day  will  surely  come, — 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !  " 

3  Oh.  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  mv  dreadful  station  where 
I  nrust  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus.  I  throw  my  arms  around. 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 
366 


THE   JUDGMENT. 


5  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  hook, 
"Where  mv  salvation  st-ands. 


US 


8's,  7's  &  4's.  Olivsx. 

Christ  coming  to  Jadyment. 

1  LO  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints,  atteuding, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  Vx-i  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  shall  forever  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  : 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree. 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  soimded. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day— 

"  Come  to  judgment ! — 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  away  !'* 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected, 

See.  iu  solemn  pomp,  appear ; 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 
367 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

A  iC\  ^'  ^^'  Anon. 

TTt/.  T.ke  Last  Momi7ig. 

1  THE  last  lovely  morning, 

All  bloomiug  and  fair, 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting, 
•Vnd  soon  will  appear  ; 

CHORUS. 

While  the  mighty,  mif  hty  trump 
Sounds,  '■  Come,  come  away," 

Oh,  let  US  be  ready, 

And  hail  the  bright  day. 

2  All  nations  in  judgment 

Tiiat  morning  shall  stand, 
To  hear  their  last  sentence, 
Jehovah's  command; 
While  the  mighty,  »fec. 

3  And  when  that  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  dawn, 
Our  tears  will  be  ended, 
Our  sorrows  all  gone ; 
While  the  mighty,  &.c. 

4  The  graves  will  be  opened, 

The  dead  Avill  arise. 
And,  with  the  Redeemer, 
Mount  up  to  the  skies ; 
While  the  mighty,  &c 

5  The  saints  then  immortal 

In  glory  shall  reign  ! 
The  Bride  with  the  Bridegroom 
Forever  remain ; 

While  the  mighty,  &c. 
368 


450 


THE   JUDGMENT. 

L.  M.  W.  Scott. 

The  Great  Lay.  ^ 

1  THE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away — 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ?  — 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll. 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Kesounds  the  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay. 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 


451 


L.  M.  Anon 

God  coming  in  Clouds. 

1  THERE  comes  a  day,  a  fearful  day. 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  awaj, 
When,  flaming  on  his  great  white  thronb, 
Naught  shall  be'seen  but  God  alone  : 

2  The  myriad  crowds  from  every  clime. 
Shall  gaze  upon  that  throne  sublime ; 
The  great  and  small,  the  quick  and  dead. 
Stall  shout  for  joy  or  quake  with  dread. 

3  Oh  !  how  shall  I,  a  sinner  born. 
Lift  up  my  head  on  that  dread  mom. 
When  glory,  brightening  to  excess, 
Proclaims  the  God  of  holiness? 

y  369 


4 


THE   JUDGMENT. 

4  Oh !  how  shall  I,  of  baser  birth, 
A  sinful  man,  a  worm  of  earth, 
Presume  to  meet  the  bm-ning  gaze, 

That  wraps  the  heavens  in  sheets  of  blaze  1 

5  Father  Eternal !  God  of  love  1 
Look  down  from  mercy's  seat  above ; 
Through  Jesus  now  be  reconciled 

To  me,  a  wayward,  wandering  child : 

6  Be  thou,  0  Christ,  my  stay,  my  trust, 
And  when  I  molder  iuto  dust, 

And  when  I  rise  from  dust  again, 
Be  mine,  my  God  —  amen  —  amen  ! 


462 


S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Preparation  for  the  Judgment. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all- discerning  eyes? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead. 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  \ 

4  Come,  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 
370 


453 


HEAVEN. 

8"S  &  7'S  COLLYKR, 

•'  Cease,  ye  Mourners." 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
V    ber  the  grave  of  those  you  love  j 

Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish. 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  stra\ing, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory  s  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high. 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never  —  never  die  ! 


454 


8's,  Anon. 

Happiness  of  Heaven. 

1  WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 

2  We  qicak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within  — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
371 


3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above  — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 

4  0  Lord,  in  this  valley  of  woe, 

Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare, 
A.nd  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


455. 


S.  M.  Anom. 

Oh,  sing  to  me  of  Heaven. 

1  OH  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 

"When  I  am  called  to  die ; 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 

2  "When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Roll  off  my  marble  brow,  ^ 

Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness,  i 

Let  heaven  begin  below,  % 

3  "When  the  last  moment  comes, 

Oh,  w^atch  my  dying  face, 
And  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam 
"Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  raptured  ears 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given ; 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes. 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 
372 


456 


C.  M.  Montgomery's  Col. 

The  Society  of  Heaven. 

1  JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
"When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaTen-bmlt  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks  Yidth  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  "Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there. 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
"Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
"When  I  thy  iovs  shall  see. 
373 


J  rm  9's  &  8's.  W.  Hunter. 

±D  i .  My  Father-Land. 

1  THERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed, 

My  heart  aud  my  treasure  are  there; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 

And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

CHORUS. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land ; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  : 
Come  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band. 

And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

!:i  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode ; 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell  — 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God  ! 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

Who  suffered  and  worshiped  with  me ; 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er ; 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more 


458 


7's  &  6's.  Ch.  LnuE. 

Speeding  to  the  Haven. 
THOUGH  hard  the  winds  are  blowing, 

And  loud  the  billows  roar, 
Full  swiftly  we  are  going 
To  our  dear  native  shore. 
374 


2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us. 

The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 
Are  aiding  to  restore  us 
To  all  we  loved  so  well. 

3  So  sorrow  often  presses 

Life's  mariner  along, 
Afflictions  and  distresses 

Are  gales  and  billows  strong, 

»  KQ  12's  &  ll's.  Anon. 

4Dy.  Tke  Eden  of  Love. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me. 

In  yon  blissful  regions,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorifleil  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet  me. 

And  lea^l  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded. 

And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial. 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise: 
Then  songs  to  the   Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  and  honor,  and  might,  and  dominion, 

Who  brought  us  though  grace  to  the  Eden  of  loT« 

t  Then  hail,  blessed  state !  hail,  ye  songsters  of  glory 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"Salvation  from  sorrow  through  Jesus's  love;" 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation  . 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  love. 
375 


j/»/\  L,  M.  Anon. 

10  U.  'Xhe  iBetter  Land. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  mine  eye  hatli  seen, 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught ;  — 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  go  more. 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise, 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  abode ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find, 
Within  the  Paradise  of  God. 


461. 


6's  &  5's.  Sel.  Hymki. 

Reunion  in  Heaven. 
WHEN  shall  we  meet  again  ?  — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  Peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes  — 
Never  — no,  never  1 
376 


2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never  —  no,  never  ! 

3  Tp  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  ns  dear  Saviour  ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell. 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never  —  no,  never  ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again  — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever; 
Soon  will  Peace  wre<ith  her  chain 

Round  us  forever : 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes : 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never  —  no,  never ! 


462 


8's.  Tappah, 

The  Joys  of  Heaven. 
1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast^ 
'Tis  found  alone  —  in  heaven. 
377 


2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even  ; 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
"Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head. 

And  find  repose  —  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrows  driven  ; 
"When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  —  but  heaven. 

4  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye. 

To  brighter  pros-pects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempests  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  —in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  : 
There  joys  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


C.  M.  C.  Wksl«t. 

One  Church. 


1  COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

"Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise  : 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing. 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 
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3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death : 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  tJie  host  have  crossed  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 


464. 


C.  M.  Watt8. 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-fading  flowers  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
That  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green : 

So  to  the  Jews  fail-  Canaan  stood, 

"While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  trembling,  ou  the  brink. 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 
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5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,— 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise,— 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


465. 


C.  M.  Stennbtt. 

Heaven  in  Prospect. 


1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
"Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ' — 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chUling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
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5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  shouid  round  me  roll, 
I'd  fearless  launch  away. 


466. 


8's  &  7'8.  Kelly. 

Flight  to  Heaven. 

1  What  is  life?  'tis  but  a  vapor  j 

Soon  it  vanishes  away  : 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper  ; 

O  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy? 

2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent  I 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding. 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 
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4  Go  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear  : 
Thine'b  a  joyfnl.  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


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8's  &  6's.  .  MooRB, 

'Nothing  true  but  Heaven. 

1  THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given, 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  ; 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven  ! 

2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume. 

As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 
And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom. 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb ; 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven ! 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day. 

From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven; 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reasons  ray. 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way; 

There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven ! 


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DOXOLOGIES. 


1. 


L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessiugs  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Sou,  aud  Holy  Ghost. 

2.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

3.  C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 
"Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

4.  S.  M. 

YE  angels  roimd  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below. 

Adore  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

0.  8's,  7's  &  4's. 

GREAT  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
^   God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne: 
Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one. 
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8. 


9. 


DOXOLOGiaS. 

•  C.  p.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below  ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath* 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth. 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

H.  M. 

•  TO  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers. 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 

8's  &  7's. 
PRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above,  — 
Author  of  the  new  creation,  — 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

7's. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host—* 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

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